Stop
©2002 Gibbens/Weston

Look at her on the brink of tears
And you’re gonna walk away.
After all these hard-pressed years
You’re calling it a day.
TV and the Welcome mat,
The toaster and the cat,
You take this and I’ll take that.
To let – one bedroom flat.

Stop what you’re doing,
Stop and think again…
Stop what you’re doing,
I mean for heaven’s sake,
Stop what you’re doing,
Before you make
Her poor heart break.

She says you’ve got all her love
And things just won’t go right.
She wonders who you’re thinking of
When you turn out the light.
You say you need time to grow
And learn about yourself.
Well, I’ve seen that little girl
That you’ve been learning with

Stop what you’re doing,
Stop and think again…
Stop what you’re doing,
I mean apply the brake.
Stop what you’re doing
There’s poison icing
On that cake.

That little girl is five foot five
With great big curly hair.
Ooh she makes you come alive
But brother best beware.
Yes I know Lucinda well,
Your brand-new teenage flame.
One night when you ring her bell,
She’s gonna call my name

Stop what you’re doing,
Stop and think again…
Stop what you’re doing,
I mean go for another take.
Stop what you’re doing.
Who is the charmer
And who’s the snake?

Yes, I saw her yesterday,
And where? You may well ask.
She was down under my duvet
Sipping my hip-flask.
I suggest you go back home
And fall down on your knees.
I propose you head back home
And ask your missus please

Stop what you’re doing,
Stop and think again…
Stop what you’re doing,
It was all a big mistake.
Stop what you’re doing
Before you make
My poor heart break.

Stop what you’re doing,
Stop and think again…
I mean for heaven’s sake
Stop.

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