Stability - Deborah Harry

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…