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...