Margarita blues

There’s a person in the corner, got a lot to say,

Spreading rumors and whispers every single day.

Pointing fingers, stirring the tea,

Talking ‘bout everyone—never about me.

She’s got no time for work, no time for plans,

But she’ll judge your life with a fork in her hand.

Every word’s a jab, every look’s a glare,

She’s asking for cutlery like she just don’t care.

Chorus

Talk, talk, talk all day long,

Tearing people down with a gossip song.

Sitting back, no work in sight,

Just cutlery dreams and a mouth that bites.

Verse 2

"Did you hear about Sarah? Oh, what a mess!”

She says, twirling a spoon in her fancy dress.

"John’s got secrets, Emma’s so vain,"

But her own life’s empty—it’s kind of insane.

She’ll borrow your fork, your knife, your spoon,

Never gives them back, but she’ll dish out doom.

Her tongue’s a weapon, her plate’s always bare,

But she’s the queen of drama with a stainless flair.

Chorus

Talk, talk, talk all day long,

Tearing people down with a gossip song.

Sitting back, no work in sight,

Just cutlery dreams and a mouth that bites.

Bridge

She’s got no hobbies, no goals to meet,

Just a table of rumors and a stolen seat.

Cutlery clinks as the stories unfold,

Her life’s all talk, nothing to hold.

Outro

So if you see her coming, better guard your set,

She’s the queen of cutlery and her words you’ll regret.

Talks all day, no action in sight,

Just stirring the pot with a fork every night.