Jibberish - Ginny Lyrics

Ginny's on the telephone she's talking to me
She asks me "Do you like what you see?"
I just sit there waiting for my chance to agree
'Cause I know that's what she likes about me
She looks at me just to see what I'd be
Pull at the seams, show your friends
What it means to emasculate a man
Because you know that he just don't understand

You're sick of his touch, the emotional crutch
You know it's true
Everybody else talks more than you

Talking like the television turning me off
Or we're just not talking enough
Never known someone who could expose all my flaws
But I sure look good showing them off
You've got the blues, but they look good on you
Yeah, you're confused, so you choose
What you don't know an awful lot about
Because it's better than never finding out

You're sick of his touch, the emotional crutch
You know it's true
Everybody else talks more than you

Ginny's on the telephone she's talking to me
Yeah
Ginny's on the telephone she's talking, is she talking to me?