Hey, I dont 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.
Dont 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.
Im not trying to be funny!
If you think Im a joke you got another thing coming.
When your orders came by phone today... Im not alone.
I heard you, but what did you say?
So now youre talking to yourself.
Do ya like it?
Well, do you like it any better?
Dont orchestrate my life, just be-bop.
If you are so sophisticated, why am I still denigrated when I should be venerated?
Im 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 youre not romantic.
Bla bla bla!
You love to talk, but Im still out here stranded.
La la la!
You love to sing, but dont you know a different key?
Ha ha ha!
If Im your last laugh, are you sure the jokes on me?
You dont have to "hubby love" me.
Dont try to chubby shove me.
You dont have to tell me Im your ultimate honey.
Medicinal value, na na natural cure, dont analyze the 98% pure.
Value for value with no medicinal taste.
He should had a license for that thing below his waist.
Dont ya know the leash laws?
Sittin on a seesaw, hanging out with bull dogs and assorted pit frogs.
Put him down if ya dont know where hes been.
Pick him up if hes looking too thin.
Dont inhale or derail or curtail.
My train of thoughts overwrought, cant be bought.
You got me talkin to myself, sweating in my sweater, underneath the weather.
No good-bye kiss or long love letter.
Dont orchestrate my life, just be-bop...
