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 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 venerated?
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I'm sick and tired of repudiation where upon your orchestration leads to 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...
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Stability
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| Blondie |
