The title says it all.

While on the road, Barbi decided to respond to several stories of “priors”. Being artists, we take everything to an extreme!

Tell About Me
© 2003 Barbara June & Patrick Michael

I’m not naïve enough to think that this would last forever.
Made that mistake once before.
You trot out the tales of all the others that came before me
And your words give me a chill I can’t control.

CHORUS
Whatcha gonna tell the next one about me?
Whatcha gonna tell the next one about me?
The way I live, the way I look
The way I sing don’t mean a thing.
The way I talk, the way I walk
The way you ran when it hit the fan.
Whatcha gonna tell the next one about me?

That old restless feeling is creeping into your heart.
Your traveling shoes are ready to roll.
Another mile, another place, another smile upon your face.
Another sucker to pay your heavy toll.

CHORUS

All the competition from your past
Gets in the way and I can’t make the moment last.

CHORUS