Talk to Her Songtext
von Wagons

The barmaid with a bruise on her arm
She gives you nothing
But that′s a part of her charm

Her lips match the exact curve of the glass
She's got that right combination
Of charm and sass

You want to tell ehr things to maker her break her gaze
Be part of her in jokes, giver her secret praise
I was told she once took home a fifteen year old
The perfect union of demure and bold

It′s as if she was put there
For you to speak to her
So man up, and move on in to speak to her
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?


Here comes the poet or at least he thinks he is
And he's out on the town
With his insipid grin
And he spots her as soon as all things must pass
She's got that right combination
Of sex and class

He flails up to the bar
Like a cockroach on its back
A silver tongue lizard with an asthma attack
He said, ′You must be the reason men fall in
Love? You got that right combination
Of Vulture and dove.′

It's as if she was put there
For you to speak to her
So man up, and move on in to speak to her
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?

She hears your words
Sends a shiver down your spine
You can immediately tell
That she knows your kind
You drop a little something
′Bout the birds and the bees
And she's straight with a combination
Of fists and knees


It′s as if she was put there
For you to speak to her
So man up, and move on in to speak to her
What could go wrong?
What could go wrong?