Nothin' Left To Say
I work my fingers to the bone
Just trying to keep up with the Jones
You call me on the telephone
Say baby hurry, hurry home
Pour me a little splash of red
You look like you could raise the dead
Have you got something on your mind?
Well, come on, girl, we're wasting time
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothin' left to say
Ain't gonna watch the evening news
'Cause I don't care who's shooting who
You're putting on my favourite shoes
About to do that thing you do
Ah, let's do it all night long
'Cause in the morning I'll be gone
If everything works out all right
Same place, same time tomorrow night
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
But you got nothin' left to say
Ain't got nothin' to say
Yeah, let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothin' left to say
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say
Nothin', baby
Oh, ain't got one little thing
I know what you need, babe
Oh, I'll be a real good man
Yeah, that's where it is
Yeah, right there, baby, right there
Say what?
Alright, baby
Just trying to keep up with the Jones
You call me on the telephone
Say baby hurry, hurry home
Pour me a little splash of red
You look like you could raise the dead
Have you got something on your mind?
Well, come on, girl, we're wasting time
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothin' left to say
Ain't gonna watch the evening news
'Cause I don't care who's shooting who
You're putting on my favourite shoes
About to do that thing you do
Ah, let's do it all night long
'Cause in the morning I'll be gone
If everything works out all right
Same place, same time tomorrow night
Just let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
But you got nothin' left to say
Ain't got nothin' to say
Yeah, let your body do the talking
Don't let the words get in the way
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothin' left to say
Yeah, I can tell the way you're walking
That you got nothing left to say
Nothin', baby
Oh, ain't got one little thing
I know what you need, babe
Oh, I'll be a real good man
Yeah, that's where it is
Yeah, right there, baby, right there
Say what?
Alright, baby
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Writer(s): Vincent Gill, Billy Thomas
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