You got your fax fur on, you're walking out the door You said you won't be around to see me no more You'll be preaching that you put the hurt on me But on the real side, we shall see Talk your trash, mama, yes it's alright with me And my game uptight and you should have known it from in front I'm on top of the situation, babe So knock yourself out You've been places, girl, where you don't belong I've been there, too, I'm not saying that it's wrong But you tell your friends that you got away clean But on the real side, you were just a rhythm machine Talk your trash, mama, yes it's alright with me And my game uptight and you should have known it from in front I'm on top of the situation, babe So knock yourself out I got the urge early last week To call you up just to hear you speak But I really didn't want to waste my time Because on the real side, you're not worth a dime Talk your trash, mama, yes it's alright with me And my game uptight and you should have known it from in front I'm on top of the situation, babe So knock yourself out