Show WHEN WOMEN TALK When women talk the air grows dense With adjectives profound intense The sun is dimmed by brilliant wit All earth is vanquished bit by bit And men in shivering silence sit When women talk When women talk all space is strewn With clamoring voices out of tune Art music fashion reach their lips And from their dainty finger tips In tattered shreds each subject drips When women talk When women talk sweet virtue pales And science in her armor quails Facts are dethroned by morbid doubt Established customs put to rout The world is turned inside out When women talk talkBy a Woman |