Lyrics
All you fast-talkin' women,
And your speed-freakin' hummin',
Just leaves me flat.
You're always on the run,
Without even time to come,
To come and love your man.
You'd better back off the throttle baby,
You're living way, way, way too fast,
You'd better enjoy it now,
'Cause this time just won't last.
Well you're tellin' all your stories of the men and the glories,
You've torn right through.
You want a little something,
But you don't need nothing,
From anyone but you, oh yeah.
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