Lyrics

She don′t say what's on her mind
Maybe she does, but she says it with her eyes
See her ′round from time to time
She's just body talkin'
She got her own sense of style
Black tights and pink legwarmers make me smile
Wish she′d stop just for awhile
She just keeps on walkin′
I ain't got the patience for these subcommunications
Talkin′ with your body, well it ain't no way to start the relation
Ooooooohh
Mmmmmmmmm. Mmmm...
When I′m at the grocery store
You know I'm shoppin′ just to see her though I'm poor
From her head down to the floor
She's just body talkin′
She′ll cock her hip out to the side
Then glance my way like I should know what she's implied
Well, this time I won′t be shy
Opportunity is knockin'
I ain′t got the patience for these subcommunications
Talkin' with your body, well it ain′t no way to start the relation
Ooooooohh
She says all that's on her mind
It's just a matter of pickin′ up her signs
Now I see her all the time
We′re just body talkin'
We′re just body talkin', We′re just body talkin', We′re just body talkin'
(Baby, Baby, come and talk to me...)
Written by: Caitlin Anne Doyle, Zack Gibson Smith
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