Taffy Songtext

von Lisa Loeb

My friend's got a bruise on his leg,
A bruise on his leg everytime you speak.
My Friend's got a bruise on his leg,
Where I put my knee everytime you speak.

Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes.
Sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy.

My friend's got a bruise on his arm,
A bruise on his arm everytime you speak.
My friend's got a bruise on his arm,
Where I shove my elbow everytime you speak.

Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes.
And sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy.

My friend's got a bruise on his ribs,
Where I poke my finger everytime you speak.
My friend's got a bruise on his ribs,
His rib cage is now numb everytime you speak.

Actually, bottom line, you tell the truth sometimes.
And sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy.