Small Talk
©2002 Gibbens/Weston

I wanna go with you
For a long, long walk,
Don’t wanna sit down here
Making small, small talk,
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shaking in my shoes
And making small talk.

I wanna kiss your mouth
And let you take my hand
And we’ll head way down south
In milk and honey land.

Now you look in my eyes,
Don’t want that look to ever end.
I know you realise
Someone could be your friend,
Even someone who’s shaking in his shoes
And making small talk.

Chitter chatter, this and that – ah,
What does it matter?
Natter natter, flirt and flatter –
Just let me at her.

I have to bite my tongue,
I have to play it cool.
I never been so young,
I never felt such a fool,
Sh-sh-sh-sh-shaking in my shoes
And making small talk.

I wanna hear the news,
I wanna talk about whether
We’re gonna find the fuse,
Blow us sky-high together.

Now I need three little words
To make my point of view
And if they sound absurd,
I mean them, I love you.
Come on, come on, come on let’s make it true
And make all our talk
Heart talk,
Soul talk,
Sweet talk,
Real talk,
Lovers’ talk,
Deep talk,
Sincere talk,
True talk,
Lovers’ talk.

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