(m. jagger/k. 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.


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