Talking

I got a friend but they don't like me

They don't like me like before

Could be the whiskey or the drinking

But I don't listen anymore

Oh maybe we'll go out to breakfast

Or talk about it in our sleep

Oh won't you tell me how your day is

Oh won't you tell me how you think

When I'll do better,to talk about

Anything that you want now

But I should tell you,I love the sound

Of myself when I'm talking,of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

I got a friend way back in London

I try to visit when I can

It's like I'm always doing something

Whenever I'm in town

Well maybe I should bring her flowers

Or maybe I'll pick up a pen

And then I'll write her up a letter

And then I'll send it when I can

When I'll do better,to talk about

Anything that you want now

But I should tell you,I love the sound

Of myself when I'm talking,of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..

Of myself when I'm

Talking,talking,talking,talk..