Blondie - Shake Down - Sözleri

I used to get sick with solitude



I was always better in the multitude



But now I like it up here all alone in my ivory tower



Hi-ho at the end of my rope



I watch it all through a telescope



I think I'd have a better chance to see the pope





I get so bored with his shtick and his mini-minute dick

And all his high and mighty shit, I'm a witch

Well, well, well a wish wanna throw it in a ditch





I'm concentrating on the big laugh



You just acting like that damn old Riff-Raff



Shakedown baby



I don't want to have to see



What you got hiding in your body cavity



I'm so sick of your Jersey rap



Your slab rat white as a tic-tac



Why don't you take a dirt nap



You make me laugh and I know who I'm laughing at



Big Jersey hoo-haa



Like your style, like your freedom of speech



Like your dirty thoughts, like your Cream of Wheat





Tuesday is out



Never may be great, level down and read 'em

From the Garden State, this is a Jersey plate



Saturdayin' pretty driving in the city





Your act is a contortion

Your boom is a distortion



The perfume and pretension



Your hair in invention



Ha,Ha,Ha the hive is humming



I thought I heard it all



But there's still more coming





Put it in, put it in, put it in, why don't you put it in

You said your name was what





What kind of a name is that

Shooting past me on the turnpike



Should have told you to take a hike



But there was something



I don't know what



That I guess I kind of like, that nasty attitude



Mediterranean lastitude



I guess you did give me a rush



Yeah you gave me a thrill





Felt so hot and flushed

I even had to take a pill

And your pattern yeah your method yeah





The way you deliver long and slow



The way you get your percussion going



Going strong, and it's my turn to be blowing



Yeah singing my song



You think you know me

Think again





Who's your friend

Who put this freak flag in the mail





Why you sending me this pig tail



You back in Jail



I got your post card saying



How it is in that pen your in



Signed don't forget me, lot's of love from adrenaline



Give it a rest, give it a rest



You got one dimension pure pretension

Cross the river start to shiver





Over to the big smoke, and it's no joke



I told you one more word from you

About Jersey and your dead





Let me lick that uh uh



Can I kiss that, no



Let me kiss that



Let me lick that come on



Let me lick that



Uh huh it might be too sweet



It won't be too sweet

														   

														   



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