ShakeDown

Blondie

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    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

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    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 boom is a distortion
    Your act is a contortion
    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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    Composición: Debbie Harry, Chris Stein y Roy Ashby

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