Lyrics：Gary Richrath
Music：Gary Richrath
I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you've been messin' around.
They say you've got a boy friend
You're out late every weekend.
They're talking about you and it's bringing me down
But I know the neighborhood,
and talk is cheap when the story is good
And the tales grow taller on down the line
So I'm telling you babe that I don't think it's true babe
But even if it is keep this in mind
You take it on the run babe
If that's the way you want it baby
Then I don't want you around
I don't believe it not for a minute
You're under the gun so you take it on the run
You're thinkin' up your white lies
You're puttin' on your bedroom eyes
You say you're comin' home, but you won't say when
But I can feel it's comin' if you leave tonight keep running
And you need never look back again
I heard it from a friend,who heard it from a friend who
Heard it from another you've been messin' around