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I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometime you find
You get what you need
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was a footloose man
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you might find
You get what you need
And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing, "We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes well you just might find
 
You get what you need
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
I said to him
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need
You get what you need--yeah, oh baby
I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well I could tell by her blood-stained hands
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need
 
The Rolling Stones - You Can't Catch Me
 
I bought a brand new airmobile
It was custom made
It was a Flight DeVille
With an outboard motor
And some hideaway wings
Push in on the button and you can hear her sing
Now you can't catch me
No, baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
New Jersey Turnpike in the wee wee hours
I was rolling slowly 'cause of drizzlin' showers
Up come a flattop he was movin' up with me
Then come sailin' goodbye
In a little old suped up mini
I put my foot in my tank and I begin to roll
Moanin' sirens, was the state patrol
So I get out my wings and then I blew my horn
 
Bye-bye New Jersey I become airborne
Now you can't catch me
No, baby you can't catch me
'Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
Flyin' with my baby last Saturday night
Wasn't no gray cloud floatin' in sight
Big full moon shinin' up above
Cuddle up honey be my love
Sweetest little thing that I ever seen
I'm gonna name you Mabelline
Flyin' with all the things set on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home before we run out of gas
Now you can't catch me
No baby, you can't catch me
Cause if you get too close
You know I'm gone like a cool breeze
 
The Rolling Stones - You Don't Have To Mean It
 
You don't have to mean it
You just *** to say it anyway
I just need to hear those words for me
You don't have to say too much
Babe I wouldn't even touch you anyway
I just want to hear you to say to me
Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from your lips
Sweet sighs
Say to me come on and play
Play with me baby
You don't have to mean it
You just *** to say it to me baby
Whisper whisper whisper in my ear
(I don't believe it)
(I don't believe it)
I wouldn't want to use you
Ooh I wouldn't blame you anyway
If you never ever spoke to me
 
(I don't believe it)
Hmm just say those little words
Sit on my shoulder like a little bird
Baby baby sing those words for me
Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from yuor lips
Sweet sighs
Ooh you make me cry
Oh baby you know it
You know what I want to hear
Dripping from your lips
I *** to tell you baby
Dripping from you lips
You don't have to say too much
Whisper whisper baby baby
I just wanna hear you say to me
(I don't believe it)
You don't have to mean it
Babe just say it anyway
I just need to hear those words from your sweet lips
You don't have to mean it
You don't have to mean it
(I don't believe you)
You don't have to shout across the room
Just whisper in my ear baby
 
The Rolling Stones - You *** Me Rocking
 
I was a butcher cutting up meat
My hands were bloody I'm dying on my feet
I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake
I was a falling 'till you put on the brakes
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
I was a pitcher down in a slump
I was a fighter taken for a sucker punch
Feeling bad I guess I lost my spring
I was the boxer who can't get in the ring
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
 
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
I was a hooker losing her looks
I was a writer can't write another book
I was all dried up dying to get wet
I was a tycoon drowning in debt
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
Hey, hey you *** me rocking now
 
The Rolling Stones - You *** The Silver
 
Hey babe, what's in your eyes?
I saw them flashing like airplane lights
You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure
I must come back for a little more
You *** my heart you *** my soul
You *** the silver you *** the gold
You *** the diamonds from the mine
Well that's all right, it'll buy some time
Tell me, honey, what will I do
 
When I'm hungry and thirsty too
Feeling fooling (and that's for sure)
Just waiting here at your kitchen door?
Hey baby, what's in your eyes?
Is that the diamonds from the mine?
What's that laughing in your smile?
I don't care, no, I don't care
Oh babe, you *** my soul
You *** the silver you *** the gold
If that's your love, just leave me blind
I don't care, no, that's no big surprise
 
The Rolling Stones - You ***ta Move
 
You ***ta move
You ***ta move
You ***ta move, child
You ***ta move
Oh, when the Lord gets ready
You ***ta move
You may be high
You may be low
 
You may be rich, child
You may be poor
But when the Lord gets ready
You ***ta move
You see that woman
Who walks the street
You see that police
Upon his beat
But then the Lord gets ready
You ***ta move
You ***ta move
 
The White Stripes - 300 Mph Torrential Outpour Blues
 
I'm bringing back ghosts
That are no longer there
I'm gettin' hard on myself
Sittin' in my easy chair
Well, there's three people in the mirror
And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose
Well, I can't keep from laughinSpittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues

I'm breakin' my teeth off
Tryin' to bite my lip
There's all kinds of red-headed women
That I ain't supposed to kiss
And it's that color that never fails
To turn me blue
So I just swallow it and hold on to it
And use it to scare the hell out of you

I have a woman
'Says come and watch me bleed
And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that
And still give her everything that she needs
Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer
 
And one of them's *** to be you
But you're holding tight to it -- the answer
Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues

Put on gloves, a tied scarf and wrap up warm
On this winter night
Everytime you get defensive
You're just looking for a fight
It's safe to sing somebody out there's *** a problem
With almost anything you'll do
Well, next time they stab you don't fight back just play the victim
Instead of playin' the fool
And the roads are covered with a million
Little molecules
Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered
With pieces of pencil eraser too
Well sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin' all
Of my ashes too
But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone will I still have these three hundred mile per hour, finger breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues

One thing's for sure: in that graveyard
I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes
 
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