Lyrics

They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight They chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbor's fight; Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know Become essential things that women find so apropos But that's a dame, they're all the same it's just a game they call it Girl talk, girl talk They all meow about the ups and downs of all their friends, The who, the how, the why -- they dish the dirt, it never ends. The weaker sex, the "speaker" sex we mortal males behold But though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold. So baby stay and gab away, but hear me say that after Girl talk, talk to me. So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say That after girl talk, talk to me. But that's a dame, they're all the same it's just a game they call it Girl talk, girl talk So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say That after girl talk, talk to me. It's all been planned, so take my hand; please understand The sweetest girl talk talks of me
Writer(s): Neal Hefti, Bobby Troup Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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