Talk Show

Talk Show

Well, I been watching the guests on the talk shows all week long
Tell tales of abuse, drunken nights, and love gone wrong
I been told it's just a reflection of society
A mirror held up for all to see
On a talk show
On a talk show
Whoa, oh
A talk show
Talk show

When I write my book, the talk shows'll all be calling me
Gonna tell 'em 'bout a life full of sin, a life full of misery
And I will sell my soul for a very modest sum
Let the whole world know right where I'm coming from
On a talk show
On a talk show
Whoa, oh
A talk show
Talk show

We got fierce streets, the single mothers
They can turn you into the world's greatest lover
If you just follow their simple advice
And stick to it like white on rice
We got parasites and side show geeks
Who lose IQ when they speak
Who do proclaim, "it ain't my fault!
I can't help how I turned out!"
On a talk show
On a talk show
Whoa, oh
Talk show
Talk show
I just talk, talk talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk
All they do is talk, talk, talk

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