Text: Chuck Prophet. Let Freedom Ring. Hot Talk.

A girl stops me in the streets and says, "Excuse me, sir, I think we've met before."
I said, "I never met you in my life." She said "Yeah? How can you be sure?"
She said, "The night, it has a thousand eyes." I said, "I heard that too, what does it mean?"
She said, "The night has a thousand eyes, I think it's clear it leads to me."

Uh-uh uh uh uh hot talk.
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She said, "Sometimes I get so bored, you know I just want to crawl out of my skin."
She said, "What kind of name is Prophet anyway?"
I said, "I don't know what kind of name it is."
I said, "Your laughter's like a drug to me, I only with you one in my expense."
She said, "It ain't costing you a dime."
I said, "I know it's not, that's not what I meant."

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She said, "Look up in the sky, there's a billion starts we've yet to even name."
I said, "Oh yeah? Well, look over there, there's an Indian casino built on a sacred barial grave."
Oh, I said, "Testing, testing, one two three four five six seven eight. Is this thing even on?
We're gonna see how Wall Street takes the news when Wall Street finds New York City's gone."


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Uh-uh uh uh oh, Uh-uh uh uh oh, hot talk.
Uh-uh uh uh oh, Uh-uh uh uh oh, hot talk.
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Said I love the way you look at me
And I love the way you talk to me
And I love the way you look at me
Yeah I love the way you talk to me

I said, hot talk you in your,
Hot talk on the beach,
Down the trading floor,
Funny widows peak.
I said, hot talk of a modern man,
Hot talk of a ball,
Way up on the fire escape, crawling down the hall,
Hot talk room in the back, and then where I got this bruise ,
Hot talk for me, baby, hot talk for you.