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Hey, baby, won't you look my way?
I can be your new addiction
Hey, baby, what you gotta say?
All you're giving me is fiction
I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time
I found out that everybody talks
Everybody talks, everybody talks
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit-chat
Take me to your love shack
Mama's always gotta back-track
When everybody talks back
Hey honey, you could be my drug
You could be my new prescription
Too much could be an overdose
All this trash talk make me itchin'
Oh my, my, shit
Everybody talks, everybody talks
Everybody talks too much
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit-chat
Take me to your love shack
Mama's always gotta back-track
When everybody talks back
Never thought I'd live to see the day (ooh-ah)
When everybody's words got in the way, oh!
Hey sugar, show me all your love
All you're giving me is friction
Hey sugar, what you gotta say?
It started with a whisper
And that was when I kissed her
And then she made my lips hurt
I could hear the chit-chat
Take me to your love shack
Mama's always gotta back-track
When everybody talks back
Everybody talks, everybody talks (oh-oh)
Everybody talks, everybody talks (oh-oh)
Everybody talks, everybody talks back
It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks, oh-oh)
And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks, oh-oh)
Everybody talks, everybody talks back
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