Song | Stop Stop Stop |
Artist | The Hollies |
Album | The Air That I Breathe - The Very Best Of The Hollies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Clarke/Hicks/Nash Music:Clarke/Hicks/Nash | |
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers | |
Entering through the door | |
Ruby glistening from her navel | |
Shimmering around the floor | |
Bells on feet go ting-a ling-a linging | |
Going through my head | |
Sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drops | |
Running from her head | |
Now she's dancing, going through the movements | |
Swaying to and fro | |
Body moving, bringing back a memory | |
Thoughts of 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 | |
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 cannot see me | |
Hidden by the light | |
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer | |
Soon she'll be in reach | |
As I enter into a spotlight | |
She stands lost for speech | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I'll have to leave | |
Break | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I'll have to leave | |
Now I hold her, people are staring | |
Don't know what to think | |
And we struggle knocking over tables | |
Spilling all the drinks | |
Can't they understand that I want her | |
Happens every week | |
Heavy hand upon my collar | |
Throws me in the street | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I'll have to leave |
Lyrics: Clarke Hicks Nash Music: Clarke Hicks Nash | |
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers | |
Entering through the door | |
Ruby glistening from her navel | |
Shimmering around the floor | |
Bells on feet go tinga linga linging | |
Going through my head | |
Sweat is falling justa likea tear drops | |
Running from her head | |
Now she' s dancing, going through the movements | |
Swaying to and fro | |
Body moving, bringing back a memory | |
Thoughts of 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 | |
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 cannot see me | |
Hidden by the light | |
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer | |
Soon she' ll be in reach | |
As I enter into a spotlight | |
She stands lost for speech | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave | |
Break | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave | |
Now I hold her, people are staring | |
Don' t know what to think | |
And we struggle knocking over tables | |
Spilling all the drinks | |
Can' t they understand that I want her | |
Happens every week | |
Heavy hand upon my collar | |
Throws me in the street | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave |
Lyrics: Clarke Hicks Nash Music: Clarke Hicks Nash | |
See the girl with cymbals on her fingers | |
Entering through the door | |
Ruby glistening from her navel | |
Shimmering around the floor | |
Bells on feet go tinga linga linging | |
Going through my head | |
Sweat is falling justa likea tear drops | |
Running from her head | |
Now she' s dancing, going through the movements | |
Swaying to and fro | |
Body moving, bringing back a memory | |
Thoughts of 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 | |
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 cannot see me | |
Hidden by the light | |
Closer, closer, she is getting nearer | |
Soon she' ll be in reach | |
As I enter into a spotlight | |
She stands lost for speech | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave | |
Break | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave | |
Now I hold her, people are staring | |
Don' t know what to think | |
And we struggle knocking over tables | |
Spilling all the drinks | |
Can' t they understand that I want her | |
Happens every week | |
Heavy hand upon my collar | |
Throws me in the street | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Give me time to breathe | |
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing | |
Or I' ll have to leave |