Argot Poisoning (Talk My Ears Off)

When you open your mouth, you've got something to say And that's the thing that scares most people away Cos they don't wanna talk about indigenous rights Or what happened at the synagogue, Friday night But I will follow you, everything you do I met my match, tailor-made, in you You met your match, Hades-sent, in me Cos I'm not scared of you, I like your mystery I know that this is real Cos we don't talk about what douchebags talk about All the shit that they swept under their rugs They call us rude, but we're just in love We could talk about the work of Thomas Hobbes Or our favorite Survivor player, Boston Rob Or how you're related to Charles Darwin Or the love affair of Henry Miller and Anaïs Nin Or travel the world and the seven seas Everybody's looking for something but me I found the only girl that I'll ever need You're like the smoking patches to my tweed, yeah I know that this is real Cos we don't talk about shit bitches talk about All the shit that they swept under their rugs They call us rude, but we're just in love We don't have much time So talk my ears off We don't know what's next So let's be loud I know that this is real Cos we don't talk about things losers talk about All the shit that they swept under their rugs They call us rude, but we just know the 411 I know that this is real Cos we don't talk about shit bitches talk about All the shit that they swept under their rugs They call us rude, but we're just in love I know that this is real Cos we don't talk about stuff douchebags talk about All the shit that they swept under their rugs They call us rude, but we're just in love We don't have much time So talk my ears off We don't know what's next So let's be loud