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