Lyrics:
We die in proportionTo the words that we fling aroundMake me your king babyMake me your clownTalk to me babyTell me the thing that I want to hearTalk to me nowAnd make the whole world disappearTalk to me babyTalk to me babyTalk to me nowPoetry is a dead endDon't try to give it a rhymeOr even a reasonJust please, please be mineTalk to me babyTalk to me babyTalk to me nowThis world will take everything from usForbid us everythingTalk me through all this sadnessLiving bringAnd I'm gonna give yaEvery livin' thing that you wantTell me you like itI'm gonna live in your sweet languageNot in no country or placeWhen you talk that talk to me babyI'm in the state of graceBeautiful peopleThey look a lot like me and youJust you and me babyTell me all the things that we gonna doTalk to me babyTalk to me nowTalk to me babyTalk to me nowTalk to me babyTalk to me nowTalk to me baby