Too Much Talk

Sometimes I talk too much
and sometimes you don't listen at all
and I hope to God that some day you tell me to shut up

I got my own two eyes
and you've got your own two minds
and I hope to God that some day the real you will come out

There's nothing wrong about the way you feel
I guess
I just have to know
I just have to know
I just have to know

Sometimes you want to make love
and sometimes I go to sleep right away
and I hope to God that some day you make me stay awake

I got my own two eyes
and you've got your own two minds
and I hope to God that some day the real you will come out

There's nothing wrong about the way you feel
I guess
I just have to know
I just have to know
I just have to know

Sometimes I talk too much
and sometimes you don't listen at all
and I hope to God that some day you try make me shut up

There's nothing wrong about the way you feel
I guess
I just have to know