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*** Autor textu: Sam Cooke *** Autor hudby: Sam Cooke
Honey, when he promised you that fur coat
A baby coulda seen through that
Now you were the believer
He wasn't a deceiver
He was just a-talkin' trash
Now when he promised you the fur coat that day
He was just tryin' to make things go his way
Now you were the believer
He wasn't a deceiver
He was just a-talkin' trash
Listen to me
Now when I bought my car, the salesman
Told me it'll do a hundred-fifty flat
I thought I had a hot potato
But then I found out later
That he was just a-talkin' trash
Baby, when I bought the car, I was willing to bet
I thought that it would run like a new Corvette
I thought I had a hot potato
But then I found out later
That he was just a-talkin' trash
Now this phrase was made for honest Abes
Who can't live up to promises they made
Let me show you just how life is
When you tell someone about our chat
I'll bet a nickel to a dollar
That first thing they will holler is
"He was just a-talkin' trash"
Baby, but I must admit that you're kinda cute
And it would be sorta nice to talk some trash to you
(I'll bet a nickel to a dollar, the first thing they'll holler)
Is Sam was just a-talkin' trash
