Tmi - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts

Don’t wanna hear about your workout

Or How You Hate your Mom

I don’t need to steal your secrets

I think you’re kinda creepy

Don’t need to know just what you’re up to

Who you eat or what you screw

Don’t care about your situation

And how you Join the conversation

You Join the conversation

You Join the conversation

You put it all out there

You set boundaries where?

You don’t mind being bare

You say, A boundary — what?

Tmi, Tmi

Too Much Info

Tmi

Tmi, Tmi

Too Much Info

Tmi

Don’t you realize who you’re talking to?

Every Fucker in the world!

You don’t want any sense of privacy

Don’t care about your dignity

Don’t care about your dignity

Not about your dignity

They’re all the rumors, like tumors

They Grow and they’re mean

You make a fashion of passion

It’s all just a scheme

Tmi, Tmi

It’s Too much info

Tmi

Tmi, Tmi

Too much info

Tmi

You’re all the rumors, like tumors

They grow and they’re mean

You make a fashion of passion

Destroying our dreams

Tmi, Tmi

It’s too much info

Tmi

Tmi, Tmi

Too much info

Tmi

Tmi, Tmi

It’s too much info

Tmi

Tmi, Tmi

Too much info

Tmi