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Walking Like A Stumble

© 2014 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


I woke up this morning on the wrong side of my head
You mistake me for a cup of coffee, I mistake you for a ton of lead
I’ve been shaken, stirred, and scrambled, I can’t fall to take a spill
Your lips are moving like a whisper, but sounding like Chinese fire drill
 
Take me for a roll, baby, take me for a tumble
You’ve got me on the dole, I’m falling fast and, holding on like a fumble
You put the blinders on, now I can’t see and I’m talking like a mumble
You’ve got me on my knees
I’m Walking Like A Stumble
 
Open up the window, give a little fresh air to your suitor
I guess I’ve got to learn the hard way:
With every step, my foot my tutor
Like the sound of a Chicago pineapple
I know the neighbors can hear the cries
When I think of running my fingers down
Your neck, shoulders, hips, and thighs
 
Take me for a roll, baby, take me for a tumble
You’ve got me on the dole, I’m falling fast and, holding on like a fumble
You put the blinders on, now I can’t see and I’m talking like a mumble
You’ve got me on my knees
I’m Walking Like A Stumble
 
You’re a tough act to follow
You’re a hard and a bitter girl to swallow
You put the thunder in my tip-toe
In every shuffle, a tornado
You’re just a goose-step on my fault-line, baby
But it’s an earthquake that I feel
When you go knocking the socks off
My Achilles heel
 
Take me for a roll, baby, take me for a tumble
You’ve got me on the dole, I’m falling fast and, holding on like a fumble
You put the blinders on, now I can’t see and I’m talking like a mumble
You’ve got me on my knees
I’m Walking Like A Stumble