Girl Talk - Julie London

They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight

They 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 apropos

But that’s a dame, they’re all the same it’s just a game they call it

Girl talk, girl talk

They 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

So baby stay and gab away, but hear me say that after

Girl talk, talk to me

So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say

That after girl talk, talk to me

But that’s a dame, they’re all the same it’s just a game they call it

Girl talk, girl talk

So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say

That after girl talk, talk to me

It’s all been planned, so take my hand;

please understand

The sweetest girl talk talks of me