Talk To Me Baby - New York Dolls

We die in proportion

To the words that we fling around

Make me your king baby

Make me your clown

Talk to me baby

Tell me the thing that I want to hear

Talk to me now

And make the whole world disappear

Talk to me baby

Talk to me baby

Talk to me now

Poetry is a dead end

Don’t try to give it a rhyme

Or even a reason

Just please, please be mine

Talk to me baby

Talk to me baby

Talk to me now

This world will take everything from us

Forbid us everything

Talk me through all this sadness

Living bring

And I’m gonna give ya

Every livin' thing that you want

Tell me you like it

I’m gonna live in your sweet language

Not in no country or place

When you talk that talk to me baby

I’m in the state of grace

Beautiful people

They look a lot like me and you

Just you and me baby

Tell me all the things that we gonna do

Talk to me baby

Talk to me now

Talk to me baby

Talk to me now

Talk to me baby

Talk to me now

Talk to me baby