- Kate Miller-Heidke blah blah 歌詞
- Kate Miller-Heidke
- It always happens in coffee shops
And Im always hungover when someone wants to talk
And dont get me wrong, I like talking when its a healthy back-and-forth exchange
But some people always wanna lecture me and try to make me change
He says You are a mystery, arent you
And considering he hasnt shut up long enough for me to string two words together
Yes thats me, Miss Mystery
And hes quiet for a time
And I think that might be a good sign
Til theres a glint in his eye and I realise hes just making more sentences in his mind
And here it comes, and theres nothing I can do
I take a sip, I take a breath
He licks his lips and hes opening his mouth, and its:
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah dog diggity blah
Like a steamtrain
Like an onslaught
Like a machine gun loaded with your opinions but its incoherent ammunition and your words arent very wounding weapons when theyre inflicted on me
And I know you mean well
With your deep wells of advice
And your buckets of swelled self-righteousness
Hell, youre just trying to be nice
And youre nice, but you state your views like they are facts of life
And I hate that, and I tell you
And I brace myself for the reply, its gonna be:
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah dog diggity blah
He says, You never were much of a talker
Well this isnt talking
This is being cornered
Im being cornered by you
And I cant get away
From this table for two
in the corner of this bright corner caf�
And didnt we have this same conversation last week?
Its not that I dont like you - I just wish you wouldnt speak:
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah dog diggity blah
I see hes made a list
Of pressing topics of discussion
Competing with the clanking coffee cup percussion
And I guess well start with number one
On the first A4 page
Past the setting of the sun
And the pouring of the lattes
And here it comes, its coming and theres nothing anyone can do
I take a sip
I grip the chair
He opens his big, wet slippery mouth:
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah dog diggity blah
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