Don't want to be your baby I don't want to have to crawl for you It's not my fault, don't blame me I won't be crawling round any more You wrap me up Poor Chinese feet The clothes I wear They make me weak I'm not trying to run, to run I'm not trying to run Before, before I can The pillows talk They talk to me Poor Chinese feet They tell me to walk Talk, talk, talk Say something Talk, talk, talk Say something Talk, talk, talk Say something Talk, talk, talk Say anything Baby, baby, baby, baby. (x 4)