Lyrics

WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO

Written by: CJ SMITH

SPENT ANOTHER NIGHT IN PURGATORY WRESTLING DEMONS IN MY BED
WAKE UP TO THE TRAFFIC NOISE AND THE SCREAMING IN MY HEAD

STAGGER TO THE WINDOW. cATCH THE CITY AS IT BREATHES
OUT THERE IN THE DARKNESS MY SWEET MIRANDA SLEEPS

POUR MYSELF A CUP OF COFFEE BOUT AS STRONG AS IT CAN GET
SIT OUT ON THE SIDEWALK LIGHT MYSELF A CIGARETTE

SEE HER COMING DOWN THE AVENUE CROSS TO MY SIDE OF THE STREET
ANGER FLARING IN HER EVERY STEP SHE TURNS AND FACES ME

SHE SAYS... WHO YOU BEEN TALKIN TO
HEAR YOU BEEN SPREADING RUMOURS ROUND THIS TOWN
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO BABE... WORD GETS ROUND

IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT IN FREEDOMLAND i'm cruising seven south
music spilling from the vanguard poison spilling from her mouth

SAID I KNOW YOUR ANGRY WOMAN sweet miranda play it cool
SAID I'm not the one you're looking for SO please DON'T TAKE ME FOR NO FOOL

uptown girls is alright. downtown women bring me down
I CAN TELL YOU darling ain't spreading rumours round thIS town

find a bar and fill my ego smoke another cigarette
miranda walks into the sunset 'bout as mean as she can get

AND SHE SAYS... WHO YOU BEEN TALKIN TO
HEAR YOU BEEN SPREADING RUMOURS ROUND THIS TOWN
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO BABE... WORD GETS ROUND

WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO BABE
TELL ME WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO BABE
TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

WHO YOU BEEN TALKIN TO
HEAR YOU BEEN SPREADING RUMOURS ROUND THIS TOWN
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO BABE... WORD GETS ROUND

WHO YOU BEEN TALKIN TO
I HEAR YOU BEEN SPREADING RUMOURS ROUND THIS TOWN
WHO YOU BEEN TALKING TO... WORD GETS ROUND

WHO YOU BEEN TALKIN TO
HEAR YOU BEEN SPREADING RUMOURS ROUND THIS TOWN