Stop
Stop Stop (A. Clarke - T.
Hicks - G. Nash)
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
entering through the
door.
Ruby glistening from
her navel.
Shimmering around the
floor.
Bells on feet go
ting-a-ling-linging
going through my head.
Sweat is falling
just-a like tear drops,
running from her head.
Now she's dancing,
going through the movements,
swaying to and fro.
Body moving, bringing
back a memory,
thoughts of long ago.
Blood is rushing,
temperature is rising,
Sweating from my brow.
Like a snake, her body
fascinates me,
I can't look away now.
Stop, stop, stop
all the dancing.
Give me time to
breathe.
Stop, stop, stop all
the dancing,
or I'll have to leave.
Now she's moving
all around the tables.
Luring all in sight.
But I know that she
cannot see me,
hidden by the light.
Closer, closer, she
is getting nearer.
Soon she'll be in
reach.
As I enter into a
spotlight,
she stands lost for
speech.
Stop, stop, stop
all the dancing.
Give me time to
breathe.
Stop, stop, stop all
the dancing,
or I'll have to leave.
Stop, stop, stop
all the dancing.
Give me time to
breathe.
Stop, stop, stop all
the dancing,
or I'll have to leave.
Now I hold her,
people are staring,
don't know what to
think.
And we struggle,
knocking over tables,
spilling all the
drinks.
Can't they
understand that I want her,
happens every week.
Heavy hand upon my
collar
throws me in the
street.
Stop, stop, stop
all the dancing.
Give me time to
breathe.
Stop, stop, stop all
the dancing,
or I'll have to leave.
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