Lip Service

(álbum: Somewhere Over China - 1982)

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 thinking
You've got something to hide
Why the pain
What's your game
You're driving this boy insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do

You bitching and your crying 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 driving your man insane
Oooh what a voodoo nobody can do like you do

Oh darling, oh darling
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darling oh darling (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 in a 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