Shake, shake, shimmy. nYou know that you soothe the aches and the troubles within me. nPretending that everything’s cool, nWhen I’m twenty seven shades of blue, nAnd my lips are unhappy without you. nMy lips are unhappy without you. nnHoney suckle, you’re missing. nBut I make the morning dew glisten, nBy just hoping and wishing. nPretending that I’ve got a clue. nWhen I’m twenty seven shades of blue, nAnd my lips are unhappy without you. nMy lips are unhappy without you. nnShake, shake shimmy.nShake, shake, shimmy, shimmy, nWithout you my lips are unhappy without you. nMy lips are unhappy without you.