Talkin' 'Bout You
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 won't ever be the same”
I didn't have to think twice
As far as I was concerned I was hoping she was right
(‘cause 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
I'll admit I've got that fever too
I can't quit
Talkin' ‘bout you
I never got the respect I deserved
From that rowdy bunch of boys down at work
But now when I talk that assembly line stops
I swear you can almost hear a pin drop
They just can not get enough
But that 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
I'll admit I've got that fever too
I can't quit
Talkin' ‘bout you
I ain't never thought too much about settling down
But no woman's ever made me feel what I'm feeling 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
I can't quit
Talkin' ‘bout you
Writer/s: Mark Springer
