Letra y Significado de LIP SERVICE, Jimmy Buffett

Jimmy buffett & mike utley
talk, talk, talk til your jowls turn blue
but you never really tell me what you're gonna do
you seem to keep it all locked up inside
i can't help but start to thinkin'
you've got something to hide
why the pain
what's your game
you're drivin' this boy insane
oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
You bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
so i thought i'd take you, baby, on a shopping spree
you bought a space age watch and an antique hat
hell, now it's digital this and digital that
what a pain
silly games
still drivin' your man insane
oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Chorus
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
all i ever get is lip service from you
oh darlin' oh darlin' (i'm through)
'cause all i ever get is lip service from you
Instrumental
So listen to me baby
'gotta change your ways
or i'm off to pascagoula ina few more days
i'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
find some other fool to man your shovel and your take
no more pain
end of game

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