Talk and talk and talk until your jaws turn blue
But you never really tell me what you're gonna do
Seem to keep it all locked up inside
I can't help but start to thinkin' you've got somethin' to hide
Why the pain?
What's your game?
You're drivin' this boy insane
Ooh, what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Your bitchin' and your cryin' finally got to me
So I thought I'd take you, baby, on a shoppin' spree
You bought a space-age watch and an antique hat
Hell, now it's digital this and digital that
What a pain
Silly games
Still drivin' your man insane
Ooh, what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darlin', oh darlin', I'm through
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
So listen to me baby, you got to change your ways
Or I'm off to Pascagoula in a few more days
I'll leave you and your poodle and all the mess he makes
Find some other fool to man your shovel and your rake
No more pain
End of game
You're drivin' yourself insane
Ooh, what a voodoo nobody can do like you do
Oh darlin', oh darlin'
All I ever get is lip service from you
Oh darlin', oh darlin', I'm through
'Cause all I ever get is lip service from you
Lip service from you
Lip service from you
Lip service from you
Lip service from you
Lip service from you
Lip service from you
