Hush

He's lookin' in the mirror checkin' out his hair
Puffin' on his cologne
He ain't shaved since Tuesday but tonight
Every little whisker's gone
He's goin' out with the perfect wife
But she ain't his own

Hush - can't talk about it
Hush - dance all around it
Everybody's doin' it, old and young
Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue
Hush

Mama makes breakfast, packs the kids' lunch
And sends them on their way
She cleans up the kitchen, makes all the beds
Then loads up her TV tray
Ah, but that ain't coffee in her coffee cup
That gets her through the day

Hush - can't talk about it
Hush - dance all around it
Everybody's doin' it, old and young
Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue
Hush

Pretending it ain't happening won't make it disappear
You can sweep it under the carpet, look the other way
But it's still here

You can hear 'em screamin', yellin' through the walls
Just another normal night
You hear glass breakin' and baby's cryin'
But you say it's gonna be alright
You just turn up the volume on your radio
And turn down the light

Hush - can't talk about it
Hush - dance all around it
Everybody's doin' it, old and young
Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue
Hush

Hush - can't talk about it
Hush - dance all around it
Everybody's doin' it, old and young
Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue
Hush

Hush - can't talk about it
Hush - dance all around it
Everybody's doin' it, old and young
Don't breathe a word, cat's got your tongue
Hush

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