bad press

You talk about me
Fabricated lies and phone lines
Cynical smiles and dark sides
Got the snakes in grass like land mines
Who would've known that a small town could feel like Hollywood?
I heard it from her, she heard it from him
And he heard it from you, you, you, you
You talk about me
You talk about me, babe
You talk about me
But there's no such thing as bad press
You talk about me
You talk about me, babe
You talk about me
But there's no such thing as bad press
If they're gonna spread shit then get the headline right 'cause I'm front cover baby with stars in my eyes
And if they're gonna talk, let 'em talk
I heard it from her, she heard it from him
And he heard it from you, you, you, you
You talk about me
You talk about me, babe
You talk about me
But there's no such thing as bad press
You talk about me
You talk about me, babe
You talk about me
But there's no such thing as bad press
If they're gonna talk, let 'em talk
If they're gonna talk, let 'em talk
If they're gonna talk
But there's no such thing as bad press
If they're gonna talk, let 'em talk
If they're gonna talk, let 'em talk
If they're gonna talk
But there's no such thing as bad press