| They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight
|
| They chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbours 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 and 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 crock of gold
|
| So baby stay and gab away but hear me say
|
| That after girl talk, talk to me
|
| 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 crock of gold
|
| So baby stay and gab away but hear me say
|
| That after girl talk, talk to me |