Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stability , by - Deborah Harry. Song from the album Debravation, in the genre ПопRelease date: 18.07.1993
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
Stability |
| Hey, I don’t feel so good lately |
| I wake up with the thought of you penetrating my head |
| Instead, I wanna fill my bed with thoughts of us joined at the heart like we |
| were at the start |
| You left me talking to myself, underneath the weather |
| No good-bye kiss or long love letter |
| Don’t orchestrate my life, just be-bop |
| Must I take pills for stability? |
| With you I can hardly speak |
| Must I confess to the stress that I feel? |
| (yes, you must.) |
| You take me right to the edge |
| You take me right to the edge |
| I need some more of your time |
| I’m not trying to be funny! |
| If you think I’m a joke you got another thing coming |
| When your orders came by phone today… I’m not alone |
| I heard you, but what did you say? |
| So now you’re talking to yourself |
| Do ya like it? |
| Well, do you like it any better? |
| Don’t orchestrate my life, just be-bop |
| If you are so sophisticated, why am I still denigrated when I should be |
| venerated? |
| I’m sick and tired of repudiation where upon your orchestration leads to |
| endless complication and causes me great consternation |
| Cha cha cha! |
| You love to dance, but you maintain you’re not romantic |
| Bla bla bla! |
| You love to talk, but I’m still out here stranded |
| La la la! |
| You love to sing, but don’t you know a different key? |
| Ha ha ha! |
| If I’m your last laugh, are you sure the joke’s on me? |
| You don’t have to «hubby love» me |
| Don’t try to chubby shove me |
| You don’t have to tell me I’m your ultimate honey |
| Medicinal value, na na natural cure, don’t analyze the 98% pure |
| Value for value with no medicinal taste |
| He should had a license for that thing below his waist |
| Don’t ya know the leash laws? |
| Sittin' on a seesaw, hanging out with bull dogs and assorted pit frogs |
| Put him down if ya don’t know where he’s been |
| Pick him up if he’s looking too thin |
| Don’t inhale or derail or curtail |
| My train of thoughts overwrought, can’t be bought |
| You got me talkin' to myself, sweating in my sweater, underneath the weather |
| No good-bye kiss or long love letter |
| Don’t orchestrate my life, just be-bop… |