Lyrics

Mama came home going on and on 'bout the new girl down at the beauty salon She said after what I saw today Our little town will never be the same I didn't even have to think twice As far as I was concerned I was hoping she was right She was talkin' 'bout you The way you walk, the way you talk, ain't no doubt Talkin' 'bout you Sinking sand that every red blooded man dreams about Well I'll admit I've got that fever too Well I can't quit talkin' 'bout you I never got the respect I deserved From that rowdy bunch of boys down at work Now when I talk that assembly line stops You can almost hear a pin drop They just cannot get enough They don't bother me, cause I sure love Talkin' 'bout you The way you walk, the way you talk, ain't no doubt Talkin' 'bout you Sinking sand that every red blooded man dreams about Well I'll admit I've got that fever too Well I can't quit talkin' 'bout you I ain't never thought too much about settling down No woman's ever made me think what I'm thinking now Talkin' 'bout you The way you walk, the way you talk, ain't no doubt Talkin' 'bout you Sinking sand that every red blooded man dreams about I'll admit I've got that fever too Well I can't quit talkin' 'bout you Talkin' 'bout you girl Talkin' 'bout you
Writer(s): Mark Springer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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