Lletres: John Prine. Storm Windows. Shop Talk.

I seen you in your pajamas
Drinking coffee at the House of Pies
Babe, you was flipping for the check
And talking like your tongue was paralyzed

Well, you were saying something
That I don't understand
'Bout looking other places
While you're holding my hand

Let's stop
Let's not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys

Let's not
Talk shop
Shop talk
Shop talk is talking something
That you don't realize

Loose lips sink ships, shake hips
Bad tips draw spies
I want you when I can get you
But you only want me on the rise

Well, I thought I had your number
But your number's too loud
Now you're standing on the table
And we're drawing a crowd

Let's stop
Let's not
Talk shop
In front of all these spies

Let's not
Talk shop
Shop talk

Let's not
Talk shop
Shop talk
Shop talk is talking something
That you don't realize

I seen you in your pajamas
Drinking coffee at the House of Pies
Babe, you was flipping for the check
And talking like your tongue was paralyzed

Well, you were saying something
That I don't understand
'Bout looking other places
While you're holding my hand

Let's stop
Let's not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys

Let's stop
Let's not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys

Let's stop
Let's not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys