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Talk
(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree)
I met you where the walls were velvet.
Slingin¡¯ chili in a corset.
Makin¡¯ love to every face that walked into the room.
It was never my intention to put your service on suspension.
But I wanted what was flaunted by no matter whom.
Oooh, oh no.
Here I go again I¡¯m crazy.
Oooh, oh no.
Let¡¯s not talk about religion or about no evolution.
Let¡¯s not talk about the big bang.
Or about no air pollution.
I don¡¯t care about your habbits,
If all that I¡¯ve heard is true.
I don¡¯t wanna talk until we¡¯re through.
You¡¯re kinda like a cartoon mirror.
Talking to me makes me shiver.
Water beadin¡¯ down your side onto the hardwood floor
I have to scold my dog because he licks it off the floor,
Before I even get a chance to taste a little for myself.
My head¡¯s spinnin¡¯ from the liquor,
That you bought from the bartender.
So excuse me if my center focus is just a little warped.
But you¡¯ve got my full attention,
And I¡¯ve got the best intentions.
If you¡¯ll only keep the deep stuff lyin¡¯ on the floor.
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