Let's Talk About You (1980 Recording Of "Tell Me On A Sunday")

Funny always thought of you as my girlfriend

I just can't believe you could come in

Here and say all those things

Let me finish you must let me finish

Thank you thanks for bringing me up to date dear

Didn't know you knew all the ins and outs of my private life

Let me finish you must let me finish

Let's talk about you

A minute or two

What tart is your husband keeping

Where's he sleeping

Can't you say

Let's talk about men

You're at it again

I've heard that you need a bedful

For those dreadful

Games you play

How dare you come in here

Wagging your wicked tongue

Your cheeks are red my dear

You look like you've been stung

I know my life's a mess

But I think you're the worst thing in it

Wait a minute

Let's talk about you

Because you never do

You just couldn't wait to blurt out

All that dirt out in my face

Let's talk about pills

And illegal thrills

I hear that the habit's gripped you

And you've tripped to every place

Does it make you feel good

Knowing that I feel bad

Yes knowing you it would

You must be very sad

You can't know how I feel

But my friend you're about to learn how

It's my turn now

Let's talk about booze

And how much you use

What time do your kids start drinking

Am I sinking low as you

Yes he knows lots of girls he likes his fun

I am glad he's got lots and not just one

How's that fat little man was it one more affair

Where are you going

Why are you running away from me

Are you absolutely sure you don't want to stay for tea