Don't Talk to Me - Steve Forbert

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

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