RCVR (feat. Debbie Gibson)

We don't talk about it, talk about it
I see that look in your eyes
We don't talk about it, talk about it
Please, let's not do this tonight

There's really nothing left to know, so
What will it take for you to let go?
We don't talk about it, talk about it
Please, let's not do this tonight

I don't know what you're feeling
I don't hear what you're saying
You're incommunicado
It's just a game you're playing

(Well we come and go)
And you'll be his believer
(Only a fool would try, try, try)
But you don't truly feed her
(And if it's not enough)
It's all before you leave her
(Then you'll find it down the road)
Pick up the receiver

We don't talk about it, talk about it
What is it that you'd like me to say?
We don't talk about it, talk about it
My brain don't function that way

There's really no room left for me to grow, so
What will it take for you to let go?
We don't talk about it, talk about it
Please, let's not do this tonight

I don't know what you're feeling
I don't hear what you're saying
You're incommunicado
It's just a game you're playing

(Well we come and go)
And you'll be his believer
(Only a fool would try, try, try)
But you don't truly feed her
(And if it's not enough)
It's all before you leave her
(Then you'll find it down the road)
Pick up the receiver

(Well we come and go)
And you'll be his believer
(Only a fool would try, try, try)
But you don't truly feed her
(And if it's not enough)
It's all before you leave her
(Then you'll find it down the road)
Pick up the receiver

(Well we come and go)
And you'll be his believer
(Only a fool would try, try, try)
But you don't truly feed her
(And if it's not enough)
It's all before you leave her
(Then you'll find it down the road)



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Forrest Bates, Deborah Ann Gibson
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