mccarthy trenching - headlines lyrics
terry, won’t you tell me
what is your real name
i’d like for it to be theresa
just like my favorite saint
just like my favorite saint
and i doubt you grew up catholic
or no longer are at least
but the way you’re askin’ question
you oughta been a priest
you oughta been a priest
i never read the headlines
i always read the bylines
cause it’s not what you know
it’s who told you so
it’s who told you so
i read you might blush
if i tell a dirty joke
but i bet you like martinis
and an after dinner smoke
and an after dinner smoke
i know your mother’s letters
made men second guess
if those with most conviction
were endowed with righteousness
were endowed with righteousness
i never read the headlines
i always read the bylines
cause it’s not what you know
it’s who told you so
it’s who told you so
amanda, i know you’re picky
and probably a little prude
but i don’t want to sleep with you
i just want to try your food
i just want to try your food
so won’t you make us supper
and pour a cup of wine
i’ve heard about your husband
and i don’t want to meet him this time
i don’t want to meet him this time
i never read the headlines
i always read the bylines
cause it’s not what you know
it’s who told you so
it’s who told you so
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