Stop! Stop! Stop! Songtext
von Boiled in Lead
Stop! Stop! Stop! Songtext
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
Entering through the door
Ruby glist′ning from her navel
Shimmering across the floor
Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-linging
Running through my head
Sweat falling just like a teardrop
Running from my head
Now she's dancing going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving bringing back a memory
Thoughts from 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
Chorus:
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 can′t see me
Hidden by the light
Closer closer she′s getting nearer
Soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into her spotlight
She stands lost for speech
Chorus
Chorus
Now I hold her people are staring
Don′t know what to think
As we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks
Can't they understand I want her
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me into the street
Chorus
Entering through the door
Ruby glist′ning from her navel
Shimmering across the floor
Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-linging
Running through my head
Sweat falling just like a teardrop
Running from my head
Now she's dancing going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving bringing back a memory
Thoughts from 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
Chorus:
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 can′t see me
Hidden by the light
Closer closer she′s getting nearer
Soon she'll be in reach
As I enter into her spotlight
She stands lost for speech
Chorus
Chorus
Now I hold her people are staring
Don′t know what to think
As we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks
Can't they understand I want her
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me into the street
Chorus
Writer(s): Graham Nash, Alan Clarke, Tony Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com