[Verse 1] They say she's married, they say she's not They say her marriage was rather a plot They say his contract's about to end. They say she's charming, they say she can pretend [Verse 2] The ingénue's "resting," which means she was fired The leading man's "private," which means he's required To marry by June, for the sake of his name And nobody minds, it's a wonderful game [Chorus] So pour me the tea, dear, and skip the milk Tinseltown's talking in shantung silk Every whisper's an heirloom, passed hand to hand And nobody's honest, but everyone's tanned [Verse 3] The director's "brilliant," the starlet's "a find" Which is to say she's the very right kind Of pretty and pliant and easy to place In somebody's arms, or somebody's case [Chorus] So pour me the tea, dear, and skip the milk Tinseltown's talking in shantung silk Every whisper's an heirloom, passed hand to hand And nobody's honest, but everyone's tanned [Bridge] I've heard she's divine, I've heard she's a bore I've heard she's been seen at the Garden of Allah before With a senator, a producer, a horse, and a priest — I don't know the truth, dear, but darling, at least [Final Chorus] It's better than fiction, and cheaper than gin Pour me the tea, and let the games begin So pour me the tea, dear, and skip the milk I'll wear the gossip like shantung silk
