Ain't What You Know

By Bob Malone Information is power everywhere you go Especially the kind you ain’t supposed to know A skeleton or two in the closet is fine As long as it’s yours and not mine, mine, mine CHORUS It ain’t what you know It ain’t who you know It’s what you know about who you know If you wanna rule the world, baby, that’s the way it goes I got secrets, I ain’t showin’ my hand Try and find out about me if you can One dog eats another, that’s how the world turns And flamethrowers always are the first to get burned CHORUS I got insurance, it don’t cost me a thing I can make the wrong kind of people make your telephone ring But your secrets are safe as long as mine are too You don’t wanna know what I know about you CHORUS © 2008 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)/Nurvibob Music (SESAC)