Stop Stop Stop Lyrics
| Song | Stop Stop Stop |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | The 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 |
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