Tell Mama, all about it Tell Mama, what you need Tell Mama, what you want And I'll make everything alright You thought you'd found a good girl One to love you and give you the world Now you find that you've been misused Talk to me, I'll do what you

Do you remember? We never talked about it But I hear the blame was mine I'd call you up to say I'm sorry But I wouldn't want to waste your time Cause I love you, but I can't take any more There's a look I can't describe in your eyes If we could try, like

Rumor has it she has you Rumor has it you love her too Talk is cheap but the price is high when it's true I overheard a conservation your name was mentioned in But they didn't talk about us, only her again I didn't want to listen but I hung on every word

And everything I need And she's everything I ever wanted I talk about her I go on and on, and on 'Cause she's everything to me She's everything to me She's a yellow pair of running shoes A holey pair of jeans She looks great in cheap sunglasses

So if you want to be my no. 1, if you want to be my no. 1 Let me know your future plans I heard you say to me you want to be my no. 1 So let's talk about it, sister, now the game has just begun I heard you telling friends that you are my no. 1 But not

And nothing even matters. 'Cause the world stops When I put my arms around you, around you. They can all talk, Say what they want about us, about us. And nothing even matters This wall we built together, there ain't no way of knocking it over. And

The winner takes it all I don't want to talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too Nothing more to say No more ace to play

Don't ask me what I think of you I might not give the answer that you want me to I can't help about the shape I'm in I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin Now when I talk to God I think he'll understand Stick by me and I'll be your guiding

You want to take me to a doctor To talk to me about my mind To try to give directions to some places That I don't really want to find Trouble in me is not related To things that I might say or do I'm really not that complicated Your good doctor friend,

What goes around, goes around, goes around Comes all the way back around What goes around comes around Don't want to think about it Don't want to talk about it I'm just so sick about it Can't believe it's ending this way Just so confused about it Feeling