(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
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Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin
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Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight
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Smoking moping, maybe just hopin
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Some little girl will pass on by
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Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home
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I remember what she said
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She said, "My, my, my don't tell lies, keep fidelity in your head
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My my my, don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed
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Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly
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Jump right ahead and you're dead"
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Sit up, fed up, low down go round
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Down to the bar at the place I'm at
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Sitting drinking, supereficially thinking
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About the rinsed-out blonde on my left
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Then I said, "hi" like a spider to a fly
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Remebering what my little girl said
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She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty
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I would have run away but I was on my own
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She told me later she's a machine operator
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She said she liked the way I held the microphone
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I said my, my, like the spider to the fly
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Jump right ahead in my web
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The Spider And The Fly
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| The Rolling Stones |
