Adam Ant - Tabletalk Lyrics
Dont like your stareDont like the arm in the airYour style is so brashAnd that silly moustacheIt was, tabletalkThe evil I seeSends bad vibrations through meAnd oh what a squareWith your diagonal hairIt was, tabletalkL said to gillyhow do you do tabletalk?how do you do tabletalk?And this is what she said;love love love love...The love of his lifeToo close to become a wifeAnd the death of this girlCame close to saving the worldFrom his tabletalk