Talk. Sweet talk. You talking to me. Talk to me.
I'm behind the wheel and I think of what I should say.
The confusion of me won't stop me from having a good day.
There are ten cars on the road tonight. Number eleven would be me.
I got music streaming in my ear. And guess what. Its sweet, so sweet.
Talk. Sweet talk. You talking to me. Talk to me.
I wasn't running away, but I wonder, I wonder if I should.
Wild thoughts like these go through my head while I sit on the hood.
My head is resting on my arms. Curled up by myself without you.
Is getting over this the right thing that I should do?
But I hear you... Talk. Sweet talk. You talking to me. Talk to me.
But I feel you... Walk. Slowly walk. Walk next to me. Walk with me.
Tell me the truth. The whole truth. Tell me nothing but the truth.
So help me God I will not dare make it something it's not.
Talk. Sweet talk. You talking to me. Talk to me.
Walk. Slowly walk. Walk next to me. Walk with me. - JDM
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