Better Left Unsaid
By Jim Stewart c 1980
I went out drinking with the boys
I came in at at a quarter to three
And when I got home
Guess who was waiting for me.
Then she opened her mouth
And I began to say
Somethings are better left unsaid,
I went to work late again this morning
And the boss came up to me
He asked me where I had been
What had happened to me?
Then he opened his mouth
And I began to say,
Somethings are better left unsaid.
I woke up this morning
A pretty girl was laying next to me
I asked her how it had been
And she politely told me
Somethings are better left unsaid
Better left unsaid, Better left unsaid.