Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights. Waiting for a girl, we get drunk on Friday nights. She's a sight for sore eyes, waiting for a factory girl. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share Image
Now you were saying that you want to be free, you'll come running back, you'll come running back, you'll come running back to me. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
We all need someone we can bleed on, and if you want it, you can bleed on me. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
Sunshine bores the daylights out of me. Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
You're a rag-trade girl, you're the queen of porn, you're the easiest lay on the White House lawn. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
You got cocaine eyes, you got speed freak jive, can't you hear me knocking on your window. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
Poor man eyes a rich man, denigrates his property. A rich man eyes a poor man, and envies his simplicity. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
Send me dead flowers to my wedding and I won't forget to put roses on your grave. — The Rolling Stones Copy Share
