Talk - M60

Rosey cheecks of late last nights antics.

Vacant as the way she glare.

She’s plastic.

Sky high, she takes you away from all the night

life, the places with reputation.

But thats fine.

Darling its all the talk,

You know ill be gagging for it.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Since you dragged me out the back door.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Darling you’re all talk.

Lacquered eyes and painted smiles.

Shes placid.

Its love/hate but worth the wait.

A habit.

Sky high, she takes you away from all the night

life, the places with reputation.

But thats fine.

Sky high, she takes you away from all the night

life, the places with reputation.

But thats fine.

Darling its all the talk,

You know ill be gagging for it.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Since you dragged me out the back door.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Darling you’re all talk.

I know its hard to miss the friction between our

lips.

(Its all right, its all right, its all right)

And now everyone stands to applause as you light up the

room ofcourse.

(Its all right, its all right, its all right)

Darling its all the talk,

You know ill be gagging for it.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Since you dragged me out the back door.

(Aahh aahh aahhh.)

Darling you’re all talk.