Body Talkin'

She don’t say what’s on her mind,
Maybe she does, but she says it with her eyes,
See her ‘round from time to time,
She’s just body talkin'.
She got her own sense of style,
Black tights and pink legwarmers make me smile,
Wish she’d stop just for awhile,
She just keeps on walkin'.
I ain’t got the patience for these subcommunications,
Talkin' with your body, well it ain’t no way to start the relation,
Ooooooohh.
Mmmmmmmmm. Mmmm…
When I’m at the grocery store,
You know I’m shoppin' just to see her though I’m poor,
From her head down to the floor,
She’s just body talkin'.
She’ll cock her hip out to the side,
Then glance my way like I should know what she’s implied,
Well, this time I won’t be shy,
Opportunity is knockin'.
I ain’t got the patience for these subcommunications,
Talkin' with your body, well it ain’t no way to start the relation,
Ooooooohh.
She says all that’s on her mind,
It’s just a matter of pickin' up her signs,
Now I see her all the time,
We’re just body talkin'.
We’re just body talkin', We’re just body talkin', We’re just body talkin'
(Baby, Baby, come and talk to me…)