Talk of the Town She wears a purple coloured tank top She's got a whole lot of make up Who's in her life she decides She likes it as a bumpy ride
What you see is what you get She's not like anyone you've ever met You think she has a soft spot And you keep wondering when she's had enough
She's who all the guys talk about And secretly she's what they dream about It's been said she's a maniac in bed It's been said she's a little twisted
Talk of the town Some false some true She doesn't care about what they do Every week she's got a new fling They feed on the thrills that she brings You want to make her cry you can try You want to take her home she can't be owned She likes her coffee black But no one cares about that
No one knows where she came from Someone said she was on the run She showed up in a mustang With a silver purse in her hand
She leaves her house every Sunday She comes back on Tuesday To this godforsaken town Her reputation is all around
They can see that she is free And secretly she's who they all want to be They can't stand not to know They make up stories so they can let it go
Talk of the town Some false some true She doesn't care about what they do Every week she's got a new fling They feed on the thrills that she brings You want to make her cry you can try You want to take her home she can't be owned She likes her coffee black But no one cares about that
A waiter once said he didn't wait on people like her And what he really wanted to do was hit on her But he knew she'd never look his way So he carried on playing the stupid games that scared people play
Talk of the town Some false some true She doesn't care about what they do Every week she's got a new fling They feed on the thrills that she brings You want to make her cry you can try You want to take her home she can't be owned She likes her coffee black But no one cares about that
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