Lyrics: Black. Let's Talk About Me.

Little queen beware, fashion tempers flare,
and they light up with a brilliant glare
page after page, after page, after page,
after page.
A hollow vase only costs ten pounds
but an empty vessel makes the loudest sound,
and you have to get heard in this loudest of towns-
or go under.
We don't care if you can't pay,
we don't care what you've got to say,
we don't hear when you cry out-
Our smiles are hollowed out.
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
The people look like ghouls in the neon light,
get the big city blues every single night.
World gone crazy? It was never sane- not now,
not ever.
Bars full of couples not talking to each other,
seeking solitude in the company of others.
"We're not in love- we just can't resist each other
at playtime.
We don't care if you can't pay,
we don't care what you've got to say,
we don't hear when you cry out-

Our smiles are hollowed out.
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de mi)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar de ti)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar, hablar, hablar)
Let's talk about me.
(solo)
We don't care if you can't pay,
we don't care what you've got to say,
we don't hear when you cry out-
Our smiles are hollowed out.
Let's talk about me.
Let's talk about me.
Oh, let's talk about me, me, me, me, me, me.
Oh (Vamos a hablar de mi)
Let's talk about me.
(Vamos a hablar, hablar
Vamos a hablar de mi
Vamos a hablar, hablar, hablar
Vamos a hablar de mi
Vamos a hablar de mi)
--->> Enrique Morano emorano@hotmail.com <<---