| Talking about her |
| And you know that it is wrong |
| Talking about her |
| And you know that it is wrong |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Talking about her |
| 'cause you know it to be true |
| Because in that tiny maker |
| Don’t it weigh down on you |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| We talk about her |
| 'Cause we want her to be happier |
| Spotty faces on a tablecloth |
| Can aspire to the floating |
| We talk about her |
| Even though we should know better |
| Is it something we can’t help but do |
| Loving all the vowels and how it sounds |
| Every minute you wait you know she’s feeling alone |
| Couldn’t you spare her |
| You could spit it away and know you handle the sway |
| Feeling |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Someone is under |
| She’s a product and a word |
| But didn’t we all define her |
| 'Cause tomorrow’s not as true as today |
| I know you, I need you, I turn away |
| I know who I turn to, I need a way |
| I know you, I need you, I turn away |
| I know who I turn to, I need a way |
| I know you, I need you, I turn away |
| I know who I turn to, I need a way |
| I know you, I need you, I turn away |
| I know who I turn to, I need a way |