There was a moon and a street lamp
I didn't know I drank such a lot
'till I [bad word] a tequila-anaconda
The full length of the parking lot!
Oh, I talk too loose
Again I talk too open and free
I pay a high price for my open talking
Like you do for your silent mystery [bad word] and talk to me
Please talk to me
Talk to me, talk to me
Mr. mystery

We could talk about martha
We could talk about landscapes
I'm not above gossip
But I'll sit on a secret where honor is at stake!
Or we could talk about power
About jesus and hitler and howard hughes
Or charlie chaplin's movies
Or bergman's nordic blues
Please just talk to me
Any old theme you choose [bad word] and talk to me
Mr. mystery, talk to me

You could talk like a fool-I'd listen
You could talk like a sage
Anyway the best of my mind
All goes down on the strings and the page
That mind picks up all these pictures
It still gets my feet up to dance
Even though it's covered with keyloids
From the slings and arrows of outrageous romance
I stole that from willy the shake!
You know--neither a borrower nor a lender be
Romeo, romeo talk to me!

Is your silence that golden? 
Are [bad word] in it? 
Is it the key to your freedom
Or is it the bars on your prison? 
Are you gagged by your ribbons? 
Are you really exclusive or just miserly? 
You spend every sentence as if it was marked [bad word] and spend some on me--
Shut me up and talk to me!
I'm always talking!
Chicken squawking!
Please talk to me