Black Jack Brown Sugar

You move, I follow
You stop and I stare
You speak, I listen
Bewitched by what you said

I dial your number
It rings, you're not there
I leave a message
But you forget what I said

And we're not to talk about love
And we're not to talk about love
And we ought to be ashamed
And we're not to talk about love

Now I move, you follow
I stop and you stare
You speak, I don't listen
To a single word you just said

You dial my number
It rings, I don't care
You leave a message
I erase it right there

And we're not to talk about love
And we're not to talk about love
And we ought to be ashamed
And we're not to talk about love

And we're not to talk about love
And we're not to talk about love
And we ought to be ashamed
And we're not to talk about love
And we're not to talk about love
And we ought to be ashamed
And we're not to talk about love