Stevie Nick’s

Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes

I Can See Were Thinkin Bout The Same Things
And I Can See Your Expression When The Phone Rings
We Both Know Theres Something Happening Here
Well, Theres No Sense In Dancing Round The Subject
A Wound Gets Worse When Its Treated With Neglect
Dont Turn Around Theres Nothing Here To Fear
You Can Talk To Me
Talk To Me
You Can Talk To Me
You Can Set Your Secrets Free, Baby
Dusty Words Lying Under Carpets
Seldom Heard Well Must You Keep Your Secrets
Locked Inside Hidden Safe From View
Well, Is It All That Hard
Is It All That Tough
Well, Ive Shown You All My Cards Now Isnt That Enough
You Can Hide Your Hurt
But, Theres Something You Can Do
You Can Talk To Me
Talk To Me Talk To Me
I Can Set Your Secrets Free, Baby
La, La, La, La
Though We Lay Face…

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