Текст песни Adrian Belew - Stop It
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Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noonI stumble into the bathroom and have my shampooIm livin in a suitcase; lookin for a callLeerin at the telephone and laughin to the wallNow I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insaneShe lays on my chest in the morning if it rainsIm livin in a suitcase; lookin for a callLeerin at the telephone and laughin to the wallIm a road dog at the motel holidayI often wonder what I wanna sayGive me stage lights on a hot nightAnd the bottom line is a real good timeWhile the waitress is waiting for the waiter to winkShe checks on her checks and she drinks on her drinkIm livin in a suitcase; lookin for a callLeerin at the telephone and laughin to the wallNow the nights go quickly when youre asleepBut Im out shufflin for someplace to eatLike a breakfast at the egg house, a waffle on the griddleIm burnt around the edges but Im tender in the middle