Talking کے بول

I got a friend but they don't like me They don't like me like before Could be the whiskey or the drinking But I don't listen anymore Oh, maybe we'll go out for breakfast Or talk about it in our sleep Oh, won't you tell me how your day is? Oh, won't you tell me how you think? When I'll do better, to talk about Anything that you want now But I should tell you, I love the sound Of myself when I'm talking, of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk I got a friend way back in London I try to visit when I can It's like I'm always doing something Whenever I'm in town Well maybe I should bring her flowers Or maybe I'll pick up a pen And then I'll write her up a letter And then I'll send it when I can When I'll do better, to talk about Anything that you want now But I should tell you, I love the sound Of myself when I'm talking, of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk Of myself when I'm Talking, talking, talking, talk