| The first thing that you said to me |
| Was that your life is so interesting |
| So I followed it from week to week |
| Like a T.V. show |
| Everything you did was so |
| Idealized and enviable |
| Your perfect life it got so old |
| So I turned my head |
| Yeah I turned my head |
| 'Cuz all you you do is |
| Talk, talk, talk |
| All about yourself, self, self |
| And I wonder if anybody else |
| Sees through your smile |
| When you’re going on and on |
| I never want the things you want |
| Would it kill you to see that it’s not cute |
| To anyone who isn’t you |
| You sat down on the couch and said |
| «What's going on, how have you been?» |
| But you weren’t really listening |
| I could tell by how |
| You act like my lips never move |
| Nod, then make it about you |
| Well tell me all the things you do |
| As if I cared |
| But honey, I don’t care |
| 'Cuz all you do is |
| Talk, talk, talk |
| All about yourself, self, self |
| And I wonder if anybody else |
| Sees through your smile |
| When you’re going on and on |
| I never want the things you want |
| Would it kill you to see that it’s not cute |
| To anyone who isn’t you |
| Wish you were the exception and not the rule |
| But sadly baby that is just not true |
| Everyone acts just like you |
| So I think that I will too |
| 'Cuz all you do is |
| Talk, talk, talk |
| About yourself, self, self |
| And I wonder if anybody else |
| Sees through your smile |
| When you’re going on and on |
| I never want the things you want |
| Would it kill you to see that it’s not cute |
| To anyone who isn’t you |