There's a girl in this city I think of a lot It's not that she's pretty It's not that she's not With a sack full of fennel and a bottle of blush It's sounds sentimental, but I got a crush on her accent And crashed into her cart Keep talking, ooh, keep talking Feel like I'm eating fruit from another world Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl There ain't a thing like you where I come from So keep on talking in your mother tongue. So I said, Excuse me, I don't mean to pry, But I noticed you switching your Hs and Is She went flush, and that's a good start Keep talking, ooh, keep talking Feel like I'm eating fruit from another world Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl There ain't a thing like you where I come from
So keep on talking in till you tongue is numb We went out for tea where she asked me What I liked about her best It's no contest, ma cherie. If I had a choice you'd be just a voice. Her expression turned sour, and she dropped my hand I knew it was over, But I could not understand through her accent her final remark (Keep talking, ooh, keep talking, keep talking) And since she extinguished the spark (Keep talking, ooh) I rewind my tape in the dark (Keep talking) Feel like I'm eating fruit from another world Feel like I'm making eyes at a Martian girl There ain't a thing like you where I come from So keep on talking in your mother tongue.