Testo di Lip Service

Talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue But you never really tell me what you're gonna do You seem to keep it all locked up inside I can't help but start to thinkin' You've got something to hide Why the pain What's your game You're drivin' this boy insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree You bought a space age watch and an antique hat Hell, now it's digital this and digital that What a pain Silly games Still drivin' your man insane Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do Oh darlin', oh darlin' All I ever get is lip service from you Oh darlin' oh darlin' (I'm through) 'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you [Instrumental] So listen to me baby 'gotta change your ways Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes Find some other fool to man your shovel and your take No more pain End of game