Hearts For Sale

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

My spirit is winging

My soul is free

I'm doing my drinking

In good company

The music's screaming

My feet are flying

Everybody's laughing

And nobody's crying

Sneak suspicion

It drags me down

A nagging feeling

Going round

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Going cheap

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Lovers' leap

My belly's full

My glass is brimming

The women look so beautiful

And I feel like singing

The voice of conscience

The voice of reason

Is yacking in my plans

I call that treason

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Going cheap

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Blood runs deep

I'm losing my willpower

My blood's running cold

My body's on pause

My mind's stuck on hold

There ain't nothing I can do about it

Sneak suspicion

It drags me down

Nagging feeling

Going round

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Going cheap

Hearts for sale

Blood runs deep

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I don't need a doctor

I need a deputation

You don't want my loving

You can just take my resignation

I'm under the hammer

I'm a full time worker

I'm a real body slammer