Talk To Me Baby
Frank Sinatra Lyrics


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If you cannot toss your heart gaily in the ring,
Love me while the moment lingers,
If you cannot cross your heart that I'm everything,
Try at least to cross your fingers.

Talk to me, baby, tell me lies,
Tell me lies as sweet as apple pie.
Whisper you tremble with a wild desire
To light the fire in my eyes.

Tell me I'm marvelous, exaggerate!
Prevaricate if you must.
Just talk to me, baby, soft and low,
Then if you decide it's really so,

Swear you be mine forever, otherwise just talk to me,




And tell me lies, lies, lies, lies,
Great, big, great big lies.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Frank Sinatra's "Talk to Me Baby" revolve around the singer's desire for love and attention from his partner. He asks the person to love him if they cannot commit to a relationship fully. Sinatra shows his willingness to be with the person even if it's temporarily. He requests them to speak lies to make him feel better if they cannot express the truth. The lyrics portray Sinatra's desperation for the person's attention as he asks them to inflate his ego and shower him with compliments.


The phrase "cross your fingers" is an expression to symbolize appealing for luck or hoping for good fortune. Sinatra implores his partner to hope for the best for him and their potential relationship, even if it may not be ideal or what they truly want. This phrase speaks to the doubts and insecurities that may exist in the relationship and suggests that they should at least try to believe in it, even if only a little bit. The lyrics present a picture of someone who is yearning for affection, making sacrifices and compromises to win over the person they desire, even if it means hearing sweet lies to feel better.


Line by Line Meaning

If you cannot toss your heart gaily in the ring,
If you're not ready to commit to me fully,


Love me while the moment lingers,
At least enjoy our time together while it lasts,


If you cannot cross your heart that I'm everything,
If you're not sure if I'm the one for you,


Try at least to cross your fingers.
Hope that we'll work out anyway.


Talk to me, baby, tell me lies,
Fib to me to make me feel good,


Tell me lies as sweet as apple pie.
Make your falsehoods appealing and comforting,


Whisper you tremble with a wild desire
Act as though you're dangerously attracted to me,


To light the fire in my eyes.
To get me excited and passionate.


Tell me I'm marvelous, exaggerate!
Blow smoke up my ass, make me feel special,


Prevaricate if you must.
If you have to lie, go ahead and do it.


Just talk to me, baby, soft and low,
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,


Then if you decide it's really so,
If you actually fall for me,


Swear you be mine forever, otherwise just talk to me,
Promise me you'll never leave, or keep lying to me,


And tell me lies, lies, lies, lies,
Keep telling me what I want to hear,


Great, big, great big lies.
The more extravagant and unbelievable, the better.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JOHNNY MERCER, ROBERT E. DOLAN

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Mike


on The Lady Is A Champ

eight

She gets too hungry for dinner at eight
She can't eat late and stay up all night, because unlike society types, she has to get up in the morning.

She likes the theatre and never comes late
She cares more about seeing the play than being seen making an entrance.

She never bothers with people she'd hate
Her friends are friends, not social trophies.

Doesn't like crap games with barons or earls
While barrns and earls probably don't play craps, she associates with friends, not people to be seen with.

Won't go to Harlem in ermine and pearls
She doesn't "slum", the practice of the rich in the 30's, when the song was written, of touring poor neighborhoods dressed in rich clothes to "tut, tut" about the deplorable conditions, and congratulate each other for "caring about the poor"

Won't dish the dirt with the rest of the girls
Doesn't trade gossip for acceptance among an in-crowd


She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
She cares more about how her hair feels than conforming with current hair fashions

Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
Since most of California is noticeably warmer and / or drier than New York, where the play the song was written for is set, this is probably a facetious excuse to like what she likes.


And she won't go to Harlem in Lincoln's or Ford's
Another reference to slumming, but facetious, since Lincolns and Fords were middle-class, not luxury brands when the lyric was written

Anonymous


on Try a Little Tenderness

Here are the correct lyrics

Try A Little Tenderness - Frank Sinatra - Lyrics

Oh she may be weary
Women do get wearied
Wearing that same old shabby dress
And when she’s weary
You try a little tenderness

You know she’s waiting
Just anticipating things she’ll may never possess
While she is without them
Try just a little bit of tenderness

It’s not just sentimental
She has her grieve and her care
And the words that soft and gentle
Makes it easier to bear
You wont regret it
Women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Musical Interlude

And, it’s all so easy
Try a little tenderness

Daniel


on The Way You Look Tonight

I met Frank Jr. in Las Vegas, a real gentleman. RIP you both.

Giorgi Khutashvili


on Theme from New York, New York

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