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...