Shake, shake, shimmy.
You know that you soothe the aches
and the troubles within me.
Pretending that everything's cool,
When I'm twenty seven shades of blue,
And my lips are unhappy without you.
My lips are unhappy without you.
Honey, suckle, you're missing.
But I make the morning dew glisten,
By just hoping and wishing.
Pretending that I've got a clue.
When I'm twenty seven shades of blue,
And my lips are unhappy without you.
My lips are unhappy without you.
Shake, shake, shimmy, shimmy,
