(If you really want to sing the words ...)



They like to chat about the dresses they will wear 

tonight,



they chew the fat about their tresses and the 

neighbor's fight.



Inconsequential things that men don't really care to 

know



become essential things that women find so "appropo".



But that's a dame, they're all the same.



It's just a game, they call girl talk, girl talk.



They all meow about the ups and downs of all their 

friends,



the "who", the "how", the "why", they dish the dirt, it 

never ends.



The weaker sex, the speaker sex we mortal males behold



but tho' we joke we wouldn't trade you for a ton of 

gold.



So baby, stay and gab a way



but hear me say that after girl talk talk to me.



- Bobby Troup