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There's a girl in this city I think of a lotIt's not that she's prettyIt's not that she's notWith a sack full of fennel and a bottle of blushIt's sounds sentimental, but I got a crush on her accentAnd crashed into her cartKeep talking, ooh, keep talkingFeel like I'm eating fruit from another worldFeel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girlThere ain't a thing like you where I come fromSo keep on talking in your mother tongue.So I said, Excuse me, I don't mean to pry,But I noticed you switching your h's and i's.She went flush, and that's a good startKeep talking, ooh, keep talkingFeel like I'm eating fruit from another worldFeel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girlThere ain't a thing like you where I come fromSo keep on talking in 'till you tongue is numbWe went out for tea where she asked meWhat I liked about her bestIt's no contest, ma cherie.Letras de cancionesIf I had a choice you'd be just a voice.Her expression turned sour, and she dropped my handI knew it was over,But I could not understand through her accent her final remark(Keep talking, ooh, keep talking, keep talking)And since she extinguished the spark(Keep talking, ooh)I rewind my tape in the dark(Keep talking)Feel like I'm eating fruit from another worldFeel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girlThere ain't a thing like you where I come fromSo keep on talking in your mother tongue. From Letras Mania