 There's a girl in this city I think of a lot
It's not that she's pretty
It's not that she's not
With a sack full of fennel and a bottle of blush
It's sounds sentimental, but I got a crush on her accent
And crashed into her cart
Keep talking, ooh, keep talking
Feel like I'm eating fruit from another world
Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl
There ain't a thing like you where I come from
So keep on talking in your mother tongue.
So I said, Excuse me, I don't mean to pry,
But I noticed you switching your Hs and Is
She went flush, and that's a good start
Keep talking, ooh, keep talking
Feel like I'm eating fruit from another world
Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl
There ain't a thing like you where I come from
So keep on talking in till you tongue is numb
We went out for tea where she asked me
What I liked about her best
It's no contest, ma cherie.
If I had a choice you'd be just a voice.
Her expression turned sour, and she dropped my hand
I 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 world
Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl
There ain't a thing like you where I come from
So keep on talking in your mother tongue.
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