You say you're overserved
But you say it's deserved
And don't want to talk 'til morning
I must've said a thousand times
That this is your last warning
That I'm talking way too much
But you swear it's just a touch
Because now your head is spinning
I can't stop now because it seems
That I just may be winning
You're expecting me to sit back
And take you at your word
While listening to your story
It's the worst I've ever heard
With each syllable you spew
You get more and more absurd
So I'll agree to disagree
Until you agree to agree with me
But you say you're only charming
The way you try to talk your way
Out of it it's so disarming
'Cause you're talking a mile a minute
Though your story may be sweet
There's not an ounce of truth left in it
Now I don't want to talk 'til morning
I must've said a thousand times
This is your last warning