Hip Talk
Cruisin' down the street
in your limo.
Headin' for a party held
by one of your so-called,
"acquaintances"
or maybe "friends"
Moonlight dances on the pavement
As you reach out to
touch my hand throwing
Caution out the window
Velour linings on the sofa,
late Picasso on the wall
Narcissistic men standing tall
With nothing to say,
nowhere to go
Hip talk,sweet talk,
conversation so shallow
Some women
would do most anything
for just a glance,
a chance to talk to you
I don't care much
for conversation
Let your body do the talking...
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Cigarettes, vinaigerttes,
caviar and wine
I like the way you flatter me
with sometimes your lies
You say you'll take me
to a picture show
French, monochrome
Well,I have a script of my own
With simple pleasures,
we'll make love
till blossoms bloom
The sweet smell of
Magnolia tress in the air
Like the late, late show
we'll start a lazy romance
Floating with the stars
Flowers, Paisley, indigo blue
Your friend last night
was so eager to take me
for a "nude interlude"
I don't mind
the way you often stare
But if you want to know me,
you have to look harder
Hip talk,sweet talk,
conversation so shallow
Some women
would do most anything
for just a glance,
a chance to talk to you
I don't care much
for conversation
Let your body do the talking...
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Love so Divine
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Run your fingers thru my hair,
Come on,
let your body do the talking,
Don't make me wait.
Love-So Diving...
Writer/s: suzuki momoko
