I was ready to jump out the back window
so I wouldn't have to hear all that (stuff), talking about love
I was ready to put a bullet through the temple (of my head)
so I wouldn't have to listen about how you feel about me now.
Talking about love.
Ooh.
Talking about love.
Ooh.
This pain, it hurts so bad.
But I'm the (drummer) of my own beat.
Life anew with nothing good.
So, your mouth can turn into a smile (just like that).
I have a great hand with 6's.
and nothing but wild jokers.
Bitches hanging on my neck like a (tie)
Bitches still want to be called girls.
But, don't ask what makes (my) soul hurt.
Just pump along with me, "lover" (Pump it good)
I'll put all your feelings up for rent.
But don't try to treat me for something that I don't have.
Talking about love.
Ohh..
Talking about love
Oooh.
About love.
Oooh.
How much do we need
to shine the limelight on ourselves?
with (fancy furniture)
a divan or a pedestal?
How much do I need
to stop you from talking about love?
Only you want to talk.