Stuck

"Stuck" is the ninth song on Caro Emerald's debut album, "Deleted Scenes From The Cutting Room Floor".

Description

 * "One continental débutante who'd rather be in Saint-Tropez than hoping for the arrival of Santa Claus, dishes the dirt in her conversation du jour with that fast-talking playboy. And his endless promises that never seem to arrive on time. Don't worry about your dinner, big boy... here come your just desserts."

Lyrics
I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre With diamonds on my fingers and not a single care

Instead I'm on the avenue where nobody goes The fields of green have wilted like the last summer rose Some people call it paradise but I call it pain Baby, take me anywhere, but not here again

Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh I do

You promised me a motorcade and endless perfume A palace in Geneva with a perfect view And dreams painted yellow like the color of gold And dine with kings and queens until the food gets cold

Instead I'm on the edge of all I thought I would be This dream is now a comedy I don't wanna see Some people call it laughter but I call it pain Baby, take me anywhere, but not here again

Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh I do

I know we have a chemistry This combination's heavenly But don't forget you promised me Everything, everything I know we have a chemistry This combination is heavenly But don't forget that you promised me Everything

Why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh why am I sitting in the middle of nowhere Standing here with nothing to do Wondering if I really love you Oh oh, I guess that I do Oh I do

Credits

 * Written by David Schreurs and Vincent Degiorgio
 * Published by Billy Ray Louis Music Publishing/Collect!
 * © Music Publishers, Grandmono Music
 * Electric bass: Jeroen Vierdag
 * Acoustic guitar: Wieger Hoogendorp
 * Mellotron, drum programming, percussion, brass: David Schreurs / Jan van Wieringen
 * Percussion: Vincent Degiorgio
 * Synth fx: Robin Veldman