Next time I'll keep my cards close to my chest
And when I go to jump the gun instead I'll rest
Next time I go to speak a word
I'll bite my tongue and stay unheard
Next time I'll keep my cards close to my chest

Next time I'll take my secret to the grave
And when I want to laugh I'll seal my lips and behave
There'll be no more i's to dot
For I'll no longer pen my thoughts
Next time I'll take my secret to the grave