(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,
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I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand.
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Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,
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Well, I lost a lot of love over you.
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Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,
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But you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands.
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Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,
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Well, I lost a lot of lover over you.
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I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark;
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Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks.
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Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you'd never been,
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I lost a lot of love over you.
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Turd On The Run
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| The Rolling Stones |
