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C'mon walk with me
When you're waiting for a voice to come
In the night there is no one
Doncha feel like crying
Doncha feel like crying like crying like crying
C'mon baby, cry to me
C'mon baby, that's right cry to me
Yes, I want you to come on baby
C'mon c'mon cry to me
I want you to c'mon baby
C'mon c'mon and cry to me
Yeah c'mon baby c'mon I want you to cry cry cry to me
Yeah I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry
I want you to cry cry cry cry cry cry cry cry...
 
The Rolling Stones - Dance
 
Hey, what am I doing standing here on the corner of
West 8th Street and the 6th Avenue and...
Ah, skip it.
Nothing. Keith! Watcha, watcha doing? (whistle)
Oh, I think the time has come to get out, get out
Get up, get out, get into something new
Get up, get out, into something new
Ooh! And it's *** me moving (*** me moving honey!)
Ooh! And it's *** me moving
Ooh! And it's *** me moving
Ooh! And it's *** me moving
My my my, my my my, my my my, my my my, my
Poor man eyes a rich man
Denigrates his property
 
A rich man eyes a poor man
And envies his simplicity.
Get up, get up, into something new
Get up, get out, down into something new
Ooh! and it's *** me moving
Ooh! and it's *** me moving
Ooh! and it's *** me moving
Ooh! and it's *** me moving
Ooh! and it's *** me moving
Yeah, get up, get up, get out
Into something new
Yeah, all, woncha all, woncha all, woncha all
Don't stand accused....
 
The Rolling Stones - Dance Little Sister
 
(M. Jagger&K. Richards)

On Thursday night she looked a fright
Her pricki hair all curled, oh Lord, what a sight
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
On Friday night she's all decked out
Her high heel shoes, her dress so tight
Dance, dance little sister, dance
On Saturday night she bass-a-dee
She stepping high on Frederick's Street
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
It make me hot, I wet with sweat
It burn like hell, I've four hours left
Dance, dance, little sister, dance
Get next to me, drive me close
 
Don't mammaguay, I lose control
Dance, dance with fire, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Jump out of Africa with a step that looks so bold
Ah, when you kickin' high it make my blood run cold
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
Dance, little sister, dance
On Saturday night we don't go home
We bacchanal, there ain't no dawn
Dance, little sister, dance
I said dance, dance, little sister
Dance little sister
Dance little sister, dance...
 
The Rolling Stones - Dancing With Mr. D.
 
Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D.
And one of these days he's gonna set you free
Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.
Will it be poison put in my glass
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
 
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.
One night I was dancin' with a lady in black
Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancin' with Mrs. D.
Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free
Dancin', dancin'
 
The Rolling Stones - Dangerous Beauty
 
In your high school photo
You looked so young and naive
Now I heard you *** a nickname
The lady of the leash

Well I find you on a midnight shift
I bet you had your fair share of stiffs
There were onerous odours
I've *** to admit

'Cause you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
So plainfully plain to us
You're doing your duty

Who you *** there in that hood, you look so fancy in those photographs
With your rubber gloves on you're a favourite with the Chiefs of Staff

You're doing such a wonderful job
You're a natural at working with dogs
Keeping everyone awake at night
With a touch of the prods
 
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Yeah, disdainfully, painfully
A bit of booty, yeah

You're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Beauty

Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
If I was your captain
I'd put you soon to bed

What I say
Yeah everybody
Beauty
Everybody now, yeah

Are you all tied up, put in a box
Yeah, dangerous
Giving them electric shocks
I've seen the gloves coming off
Dangerous
If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now
 
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Yeah, disdainfully, painfully
A bit of booty, yeah

You're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Beauty

Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
If I was your captain
I'd put you soon to bed

What I say
Yeah everybody
Beauty
Everybody now, yeah

Are you all tied up, put in a box
Yeah, dangerous
Giving them electric shocks
I've seen the gloves coming off
Dangerous
If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now
 
The Rolling Stones - Dead Flowers
 
Well when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair
Talkin' to some rich folk that you know
Well I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Well, you know I could never be alone
Take me down little Su***, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
 
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Su***, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Su***, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
 
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Su***, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little Su***, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the U.S. Mail
Say it with dead flowers in my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No, I won't forget to put roses on your grave
 
The Rolling Stones - Dear Doctor
 
Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
There's a pain where there once was a heart
It's sleepin, it's a beatinCan't ya please tear it out, and preserve it
Right there in that jar?
Oh help me, please mama, I'm sick'ning
It's today that's the day of the plunge
Oh the gal I'm to marry
Is a bow-legged sow
I've been soakin' up drink like a sponge
"Don't ya worry, get dressed," cried my mother
As she plied me with bourbon so sour
Pull your socks up, put your suit on
Comb your long hair down,
For you will be wed in the hour
So help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
 
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