Baby here I stand before you With my heart in my hand I put it to you mama Hoping that you'll understand Oh, baby Mama, please don't dog me 'round
(Jagger/Richards) You're looking good baby I love to see my baby smile You're looking good baby I love to see my baby smile You say you love me now
abuse In the silk sheet of time I will find peace of mind Love is a bed full of blues And I've got the blues for you And I've got the blues for
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey. There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake, Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break. Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream
wanna die If I ain't dead already Ooh girl you know the reason why. Black cloud crossed my mind Blue mist round my soul Feel so suicidal Even hate my rock and roll
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake, heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break. Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
with abuse In the silk sheet of time, I will find peace of mind Love is a bed full of blues And I've got the blues for you And I've got the blues for
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream You
You're looking good baby I love to see my baby smile You're looking good baby I love to see my baby smile You say you love me now but You've got
, Little cunt Edward Come on, get up little Andrew come on now Huh huh I play the blues now, everybody, I play the blues Huh fuckin'! the Rolling Stones
Well, I'm a lonesome schoolboy And I just came into town Yeah, I'm a lonesome schoolboy And I just came into town Well, I heard so much about London I
Baby, here I stand before you With my heart in my hand I put it to you mama Hopin' that you'll understand Oh, baby Mama, please don't dog me 'round Yeah
You gotta cook, cook, cook every mornin' Cook, cook, cook every night Work hard all of the daytime And dance, dance, dance all the night Everytime I'm
funk house now This low down bitchings got my poor feet a-itching Do you know the deuce is still wild Baby can't stay, you got to roll me And call me
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs I know you're no scare-eyed honey There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs But it's no hanging
try to get a date The boss says "No dice son you gotta work a-late" Some times I wonder what I'm a gonna do But there ain't no cure for the Summertime Blues
