There was a moon and a street lamp
'Till I pissed a tequilaI didn't know I drank such a lot
Again I talk too open and free
Oh, I talk too loose
The full length of the parking lot!
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery Please talk to me
Come and talk to me
Mr. Mystery
Talk to me, talk to me
We could talk about Martha We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
About Jesus and Hitler and Howard Hughes
Or we could talk about power
Or Charlie Chaplin's movies
Or Bergman's nordic blues
Any old theme you choose
Please just talk to me
Just come and talk to me Mr. Mystery, talk to me
You could talk like a foolYou could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though it's covered with keyloids
From the "slings and arrows of outrageous romance"
You knowRomeo, Romeo talk to me!
I stole that from Willy the Shake!
Is your silence that golden? Are you comfortable in it?
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison?
Are you gagged by your ribbons?
Are you really exclusive or just miserly?
You spend every sentence as if it was marked currency!
Come and spend some on meShut me up and talk to me!
Chicken squawking!
I'm always talking!
Please talk to me.
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