Tell Me On A Sunday (2003) - Webber - 17. Let's talk about you | Текст песни

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• Tell Me On A Sunday (2003) - Webber
• 17. Let's talk about you

Funny, always thought of you as my girlfriend
I just can't believe you could come in here
And say all those things
Let me finish, you must let me finish
Thank you
Thanks for bringing me up to date dear
Didn't know you knew all the in's and out's
Of my private life
Let me finish, you must let me finish

Let's talk about you
A minute or two
What tart is your husband keeping
Where's he sleeping?
Can't you say?

Let's talk about men
You're at it again!
I hear that you need a bedful
For those dreadful
Games you play

How dare you come in here
Wagging your wicked tongue?
Your cheeks are red my dear
You look like you've been stung
I know my life's a mess
But I think you're the worst thing in it
Wait a minute

Let's talk about you
Because you never do
You just couldn't wait to blurt out
All that dirt out in my face

Let's talk about pills
And illegal thrills
I hear that the habit's gripped you
And you've tripped to every place

Does it make you feel good
Knowing that I feel bad?
Yes, knowing you it would
You must be very sad
You can't know how I feel
But my friend you're about to learn how
It's my turn now

Let's talk about booze
And how much you use
What time do your kids start drinking?
Am I sinking low as you?

He's a married man, don't blush my friend
Wouldn't you love to get your friends on him?
How's that fat little man, was it one more affair?

Where are you going, why are you running away from me?
Are you absolutely sure you don't want to stay for tea!

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