(M. JaggerK. Richards)



Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm

And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two.

Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to,

Some things, well, I can't refuse,

One of them, one of them the bedroom blues.

She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line,

But take the shine right off you shoes,

Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues.

Oo...



In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck.

Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight.

Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger,

Some face you'll never see no more.



Let it all come down tonight.

Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.