TMI Songtext
von Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

Uncensored deets about your date nights (and late nights)
Or how you hate your boss
Why the need to spill your secrets?
I think it′s kinda creepy

Don't need to know just what you′re up to
Who you eat or what you screw
Draw me in a situation
And watch you change the conversation
Turn the conversation, strange the conversation

Hey, you post it all out there
You say, "Boundaries, beware"
You don't mind being bare
You say, "A boundary, what?"

TMI, TMI
Too much info
TMI
TMI (too much), TMI (too much)
Too much info
TMI


Now, don't you realize who you′re talking to?
All the wired of the world
Just type away your privacy (privacy)
Don′t care about your dignity?
Wearing out your dignity
Sharing all indignities

Hear all the rumors, like tumors
Yeah, they grow and they're mean
You make a fashion of passion
You make a scene to be seen

You share TMI, TMI
Too much info
TMI
TMI (too much), TMI (too much)
Too much info
TMI

Hear all the rumors, like tumors
Yeah, they grow and they′re mean
You make a fashion of passion
You make a scene to be seen


TMI, TMI
Too much info
TMI
TMI (too much), TMI (too much)
Too much info
TMI

TMI (too much), TMI (too much)
Too much info
TMI
TMI (too much), TMI (too much)
Too much info
TMI