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The Rolling Stones - Şarkı Sözleri

Parachute woman, join me for a ride
Parachute woman, join me for a ride
I'll make my play in Dallas
And get hot again in half the time
Parachute woman, will you blow me out?
Parachute woman, will you blow me out?
Well, my heavy throbbers itchinJust to lay a solid rhythm down
 
The Rolling Stones - Play With Fire
 
Well, you've *** your diamonds and you've *** your pretty clothes
And the chauffeur drives your car
You let everybody know
But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
Your mother she's an heiress, owns a block in Saint John's Wood
And your father'd be there with her
If he only could
 
But don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
Your old man took her diamond's and tiaras by the score
Now she gets her kicks in Stepney
Not in Knightsbridge anymore
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
Now you've *** some diamonds and you will have some others
But you'd better watch your step, girl
Or start living with your mother
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
So don't play with me, cause you're playing with fire
 
The Rolling Stones - Please Go Home
 
Please go home
Please go home
Well maybe I'm talkin to fast
But I won't be the first or the last
In the sea of the thousand you cast
C'mon please go home
I don't have to ask what you do
I just have to look to get you
Means nothing to me to get through
Please go home
I don't want to be on my own
Cause I can't talk much better alone
 
But I don't have to ring like a phone
Won't you please go home
Please go home
In some early part of your days
You were told of the devious ways
That you thought you could get without pay
Won't you please go home
You reach a state of your mind
Where it's madness to look and to find
Your false affections so kind
Please go home
Won't you please go home
 
The Rolling Stones - Pretty Beat Up
 
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Since you put me down
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
Yeah since you left me lying around
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
Since you 86-ed me, pretty beat up
Never restitched me, pretty beat up
My face is a mess, pretty beat up
Yeah yeah you ought to see my face
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
It's a mess, pretty beat up, pretty beat up
You ought to see inside my heart
Pretty beat up, pretty beat up
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
I'm marked for life, pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
 
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Yeah I'm just like a battered baby
Just left on the street, pretty beat up
You ought to see the state, pretty beat up
I've been cut with a razor, pretty beat up
Don't you cut me up, don't you cut me up
I'm pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
Pretty beat up
 
The Rolling Stones - Prodigal Son
 
Well a poor boy took his father's bread and started down the road
Started down the road
Took all he had and started down the road
Going out in this world, where God only knows
And that'll be the way to get along
Well poor boy spent all he had, famine come in the land
Famine come in the land
Spent all he had and famine come in the land
Said, "I believe I'll go and hire me to some man"
And that'll be the way I'll get along
Well, man said, "I'll give you a job for to feed my swine
For to feed my swine
I'll give you a job for to feed my swine"
Boy stood there and hung his head and cried
Cause that is no way to get along
Said, "I believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll go back home
Believe I'll ride, believe I'll go back home
 
Or down the road as far as I can go"
And that'll be the way to get along
Well, father said, "See my son coming home to me
Coming home to me"
Father ran and fell down on his knees
Said, "Sing and praise, Lord have mercy on me"
Mercy
Oh poor boy stood there, hung his head and cried
Hung his head and cried
Poor boy stood and hung his head and cried
Said, "Father will you look on me as a child?"
Yeah
Well father said, "Eldest son, kill the fatted calf,
Call the family round
Kill that calf and call the family round
My son was lost but now he is found
Cause that's the way for us to get along"
Hey
 
The Rolling Stones - Rain Fall Down
 
It was a filthy block of flats
Trash was on the floor
A stink was in my nose
Hinges off the doors

She took me in her room
All was spic and span
Fixed me up a drink
Turned down all the lamps

And the rain fell down
On the cold hard ground
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love

Follow it up in this strange grey town
They build it up and let it all fall down
Feel like we're living in a battleground
Everybody's jazzed

Follow it up in this strange grey town
The paint is peeling and the sky turned brown
The bankers are wankers, every Thursday night
They just vomit on that ground

And the rain fell down
The cold grey town
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love
 
Everybody's dreaming
Everybody's scheming
Until the rain fall down

She cooked me up some eggs
Then she made some tea
Kissed me on the cheek
And I turned on her TV

It was all the usual crap
All the usual sleaze
For two thousand quid
Some bimbo spilled the beans, yeah

And the rain fell down
On the cold grey town
And the phone kept ringing
And we made sweet love

And the rain fell down
And we made, and we made, and we made sweet love
And the phone kept, the phone kept ringing... Yeah!

Yeah
And the phone kept ringing
The phone kept ringing, yeah
And the rain... rain... rain... rain.... rain... rain... rain...
 
The Rolling Stones - Respectable
 
Well now we're respected in society
We don't worry about the things that we used to be
We're talking heroin with the president
Well it's a problem, sir, but it can't be bent
Uh yes!
Well now you're a pillar of society
You don't worry about the things that you used to be
You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn
You're the ea***st lay on the White House lawn
Get out of my life, don't come back
Get out of my life, don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
 
What I say!
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Oh get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
She's so respectable
She's so respectable
She's so delectable
She's so respectable
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back...woo!
Get out of life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back
Get out of my life
Don't take my wife
Don't come back, come back, hey
 
The Rolling Stones - Ride On, Baby
 
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