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Rolling Stones Tattoo You

In the sweet old country Where I come from Nobody ever works Nothing ever gets done We hang fire, we hang fire You know marrying Money is a full time

you and look at me I get so scared Just to see you on the street They're living dead You're all the same, you never speak You're wrecked out now Washed

Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Don't wanna be your slave Twenty-four hours a day Hey, why don't you

, baby, baby, yeah I wanna tell you something, yeah I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Yeah, I'm worried 'bout you, woman, oh yeah I'm worried about you

be praised Ooh, you're my saving grace Ooh, saving grace Nothing will harm you Nothing will stand in your way Nothing, nothing Nothing will stop you

I know why She's my little rock n' roll My tits and ass with soul baby She's my little rock n' roll She's my little rock n' roll You got to shock them

: In the sweet old country where I come from Nobody ever works Yeah nothing gets done We hang fire, we hang fire You know marrying money is a full

worried, I just can't seem to find my way, baby I'm worried about you I'm worried about you Tell you something now Worried 'bout you, child Worried 'bout you

on I'll make you a star I'll take you a million miles from all this Put you on a pedestal Come on, come on Have you ever heard those opening lines You