Death from Above 1979 - Cheap Talk Lyrics

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Cheap Talk

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What Are The Lyrics For Cheap Talk By Death from Above 1979?
She uses her body
To say the things that she can't say But I don't know why, I can't lie I could never really move that way, ay So listen, I go crazy The way she makes me Get on my knees Yeah! I beg it, please Yeah! What he said What she said It doesn't really matter in the end I can see it goin' fast Talkin' cheap will never last What he said What she said It doesn't really matter in the end I can see it goin' fast Talkin' cheap will never last I notice you noticing me The way that you walk in that I believe Everythin' you said Your body won't lie in bed So listen, I go crazy The way she makes me Now listen, I go crazy The way she makes me Get on the floor Yeah! I want some more Yeah! What he said What she said It doesn't really matter in the end I can see it goin' fast Talkin' cheap will never last What he said What she said It doesn't really matter in the end I can see it goin' fast Talkin' cheap will never last She is in the back seat Buyin' everythin' he says While he's runnin' like a bull That you look in the mirror, air You can turn around You can turn around You can turn around You can turn around You can turn around You can turn around |
Who Wrote Cheap Talk By Death from Above 1979?
Sebastien Grainger, Jesse Keeler
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What's The Duration Of The Cheap Talk By Death from Above 1979?The duration of Cheap Talk is 3:15 minutes and seconds. |
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