There's too much squawk, in New York; <br />where the pillow talk is craven. <br />If you do the talk, you do the walk, <br />and no more misbehavin'. <br /> <br />Pillow talk, and you do the walk. <br />Do the walk, you're crazy. <br />Pillow talk, speaks with forked <br />tongue, to lovely ladies. <br /> <br />You cannot baulk, the pillow talk, <br />though pillow talk is hazy. <br />Keep it corked and do not gawk; <br />loose lips sink more than navies. <br /> <br />There's too much mawk in pillow talk, <br />and too much talk is lazy. <br />Too little cheese and too much chalk; <br />too little lamb and gravy. <br /> <br />Pillow talk is mellow talk; <br />it's black and blue and yellow talk. <br />Pillow talk is idle torque, <br />for the gassed-up head and gormless Awk. <br /> <br />Pillow talk, and you do the walk. <br />Do the walk, you're loony. <br />Pillow talk while others stalk, <br />like right-wing Daniel Boonies. <br /> <br />Pillow talk is ham and pork; <br />it's bloody whoops-a-daisy. <br />It's kiss and tell that sells like hell, <br />and infects the world like rabies. <br /> <br />Like swooping hawk or wading stork; <br />the birds have flown like ravens. <br />If you do the talk, you do the walk, <br />and you'll never be worth savin'. <br /> <br />Pillow talk, and you do the walk. <br />Do the walk, you're crazy. <br />Keep it corked and do not gawk; <br />loose lips sink more than navies!<br /><br />David SmithWhite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-pillow-talk/
