47th Street Boogie

Don't talk me to death, baby, I ain't ready to die Don't talk me to death, baby, I ain't ready to die You talk too much, mama, I know you're bound to lie Asked a chick for a date, she says she had to have a new dress Asked a chick for a date, she says she had to have a new dress When I looked in her eyes, I saw she was like the rest, mercy, mercy Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death, baby, I ain't ready to die You wanna meet the hep cats and the fly chicks? You wanna meet the hep cats and the fly chicks? Go to 47th Street and get your solid kicks, oh yeah Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death Don't talk me to death, baby, I ain't ready to die