Talk to Me Baby

We die in proportion
To the words that we fling around
Make me your king baby
Make me your clown

Talk to me baby
Tell me the thing that I want to hear
Talk to me now
And make the whole world disappear

Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now

Poetry is a dead end
Don't try to give it a rhyme
Or even a reason
Just please, please be mine

Talk to me baby
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now

This world will take everything from us
Forbid us everything
Talk me through all this sadness
Living bring

And I'm gonna give ya
Every livin' thing that you want
Tell me you like it

I'm gonna live in your sweet language
Not in no country or place
When you talk that talk to me baby
I'm in the state of grace

Beautiful people
They look a lot like me and you
Just you and me baby
Tell me all the things that we gonna do

Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
Talk to me baby
Talk to me now
Talk to me baby