Steve Forbert - Don't Talk To Me lyrics

One, Two, Three, Four You're so pretty, babe, and I'm so blue So hard for me to keep my hands off you I can see your bra beneath your armpit there I can see the outline of your underwear Stand back, baby Honey, don't talk to me Have another drink and, darling, wreck my life I've got seven children and a mean, smart wife She can hear me think and smell the things I dream What I'm dreaming now could make a dead man cream Stand back, baby Honey, don't talk to me You're so pretty, babe, and I'm so weak It's a mid-life crisis on a bad luck streak You could kiss me once and make a brand new man All I want for Christmas is a one-night stand Stand back, baby Honey, don't talk to me Alright [Instrumental Bridge] You're so pretty, babe, and I'm half dead It's a ghost town city up inside of my head Still there blooms a flower through the main street dirt Every detail matters, but the best things hurt Stand back, baby Hon, honey, don't talk to me