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You're sittin' there, yakkin' right in my face--I guess I'm gonna have to put you in your place.You know, if silence was golden, you couldn't raise a dime,Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.You're quotin' figures and droppin' namesYou're tellin' stories about the damesYou're overlaughin', when things ain't funnyYou're tryin' to sound like big money.You know, if talk was criminal, you'd lead a life of crime,Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.You know that life is short, talk is cheap,Don't be makin' promises that you can't keep.You don't like this little song I'm singin', just grin and bear it.All I can say is, if the shoe fits, wear it.If you must keep talking, please try to make it rhyme.Because your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime. From Letras Mania