Black Remix Talkshow Boy (Ft. Jess Hopcraft & Kate Roberts)

[Chorus]
Listen (up close) to what I told ya
I don't wanna talk because we don’t get along
Collecting one dollar for a job well done
It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands
May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores
And all your work get slashed by razors
Cling to what I told ya
(Do it, do it)
(Good God)
(Shoot thru)

[Verse 1]
Hey Christine (Christine?)
What do you want?
All I want's for you to sing my name each morning
Each and every syllable reciprocated by yours truly
(Adrian, you don't know jack)
(Shoot thru)
And the couple in the next room
Talking to each other thru the palms of their hands
They don’t ever care about relationships
'Cuz that kind of chatter just doesn't factor into their equations

[Chorus]
Listen (up close) to what I told ya
I don't wanna talk because we don't get along
Collecting one dollar for a job well done
It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands
May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores
And all your work get slashed by razors
Cling (cling) to what I told ya
(Do it, do it)
(Good God)
(Shoot thru)