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Well, she looked like easy, easy money
Sittin' in the bank
And I asked her for some time
She said "try another line"
I just turned away and shrank
She said "now you ain't really happening"
That was counterattacking
All you chicken livered lovers
Who fool around with others
You don't get away with that, boy

Let your fingers do the talking
Put away your mouth
If your only speed is fantasy
You can beat it, beat it now

She wore uneasy hairdos
This quiet fling in a row
Well, she looked like Cathy Turner
But my ass was gonna burn her
With my love life on hold
Some things I guess are fated
We met again by chance
We ate a small lasagna
Then we danced just like a band
Yeah, this chicken sure learned how to fence

Let your fingers do the talking
Put away your mouth
If your only speed is fantasy
You can beat it now
Let your fingers do the talking
Put away your mouth
If your only speed is fantasy
You can beat it now