Lyrics:

We like to chat about the dresses we will wear tonight
We chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbor's fight
Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know
Become essential things that women find so ap-pro-pos
But that's a dame, we're all the same it's just a game we call it
Girl talk, girl talk
We all meow about the ups and downs of all their friends
The who, the how, the why they dish the dirt, it never ends
The weaker sex, the 'speaker' sex we mortal males behold
But though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold
It's all been planned, so take my hand; please understand
The sweetest girl talk talks of me

It's all been planned, so take my hand; please understand
The sweetest girl talk talks of you, you!