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 apropos
But that’s a dame, they’re all the same it’s just a game they call it
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 though we joke, we wouldn’t trade you for a ton of gold
So baby stay and gab away, but hear me say that after
Girl talk, talk to me
So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say
That after girl talk, talk to me
But that’s a dame, they’re all the same it’s just a game they call it
Girl talk, girl talk
So baby stay, and gab away, but hear me say
That after girl talk, talk to me
It’s all been planned, so take my hand; please understand
The sweetest girl talk talks of me
My only regret and lament is that the vibe that was happening when music like this was written seems gone forever....I can only imagine hearing this in a swanky apartment, view of a twinkling city and the clink of ice in a cocktail glass ... the charm and sophisticated style of generation that fought for freedom, relaxing to a melody of a cool night ...Magic Why does the world have to be so real and ugly now ...
Julie was a dear friend of mine. She surprised me at the Tropicana in Las Vegas on my 21st birthday by sitting on my lap and singing ""Girl Talk"" to me. Bobby Troup wrote the song for himself. (Neil Hefti composed the music) and later, Bobby adapted it for Julie to sing as well. I still love her - always will! Phil