| You sittin here and yakkin right in my face
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| You comin' on exactly like you own the place
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| You know if silence was golden
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| You couldn’t raise a dime
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| Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is workin' overtime
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| You quotin' figures and droppin' names
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| You tellin' stories and playing games
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| You’re overlaughin' when things ain’t funny
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| You tryin' to sound like the big money
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| You know if talk was criminal
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| You’d lead a life of crime
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| Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is workin' overtime
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| You know that life is short
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| Talk is cheap
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| Don’t be makin' promises that you can’t keep
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| You don’t like this little song I’m singin'
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| Just grin and bear it
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| All I can say is if the shoe fits wear it
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| If you must keep talkin
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| Please try to make it rhyme
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| Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is workin' overtime |