Lips Are Unhappy

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, etc etc etc