You gone and told me "˜bout the Hollywood Hills The passion and the pills
You told me all about the men you met
You went and told me "˜bout the fame in Spain
You told me all about the sweet sunset
Now you keep talking in your sleep I pray the lord your soul to keep
(You) keep talking me right out of here
You went and told me bout the Italian job
And how about the little brokedown shack The scratching Daddy's back
You gone and told me bout the Broadway hits The lovers and the splits
You went and told me bout the Paris in the spring And the diamond in the ring
I don't know what I can say I don't know what I can say to you Cos you just took it away from me Now you keep talking in your sleep I pray the lord your soul to keep
(You) keep talking me right out of here
That kind of gave the game away Met the set in Martinique Couldn't hack the chic-to-chic New York new walk big town talk Your perfect face was white as chalk Trailer trash to all time smash Now you're waiting for the burn and crash You gonna bling til you're back on your knees You gonna sing til you're back on your knees You gonna ring when you're back on your knees You gonna bling til you're back on your knees You gonna sing til you're back on your knees You gonna ring when you're back on your knees Lost the lustre lost the trust Went to Phuket went to hell Had to get back into your shell LA tripped over your head Wanted to jump but you made it instead Trailer trash to all time smash Now you're waiting for the burn and crash