Adrian Belew

Stop It

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Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo
I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall
Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane
she lays on my chest in the morning if it rains
I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall

While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink
she checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink
I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall
Now the nights go quickly when you're asleep
but I'm out shufflin' for someplace to eat
like a breakfast at the Egg House, a waffle on the griddle
I'm burnt around the edges but I'm tender in the middle