Tuesday, April 29, 2008

4-29-08: They Don't Write Songs Like This Anymore

This is my favorite Rolling Stones song. It always seems to put me in a good mood, oddly enough:

 

 
I'll never be your beast of burden

My back is broad but it's a hurtin'

All I want is for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles my feet are hurting

All I want is for you to make love to me

 

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see

 

I'll never be your beast of burden

So let's go home and draw the curtains

Music on the radio

Come on baby make sweet love to me

 

Am I hard enough?

Am I rough enough?

Am I rich enough?

I'm not too blind to see

 

Oh little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girl

You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Pretty, pretty

Such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl

Come on baby please, please, please

 

I'll tell ya

You can put me out

On the street

Put me out

With no shoes on my feet

But, put me out, put me out

Put me out of misery

 

Yeah, all your sickness

I can suck it up

Throw it all at me

I can shrug it off

There's one thing baby

That I don't understand

You keep on telling me

I ain't your kind of man

 

Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby?

Ain't I tough enough?

Ain't I rich enough, in love enough

Ooh! ooh! please

 

I'll never be your beast of burden

I'll never be your beast of burden

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be

 

I don't need no beast of burden

I need no fussing

I need no nursing

Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be



Happy Riot Day, everybody. Don't go crazy.

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