Альбом The Rolling Stones

I've been holding out so long 
I've been sleeping all alone 
Lord I miss you 
I've been hanging on the phone 
I've been sleeping all alone 
I want to kiss you 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh 

Well, I've been haunted in my sleep 
You've been starring in my dreams 
Lord I miss you 
I've been waiting in the hall 
Been waiting on your call 
When the phone rings 
It's just some friends of mine that say, 
"Hey, what's the matter man? 
We're gonna come around at twelve 
With some Puerto Rican girls that are just dyin' to meet you. 
We're gonna bring a case of wine 
Hey, let's go mess and fool around 
You know, like we used to" 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Oh everybody waits so long 
Oh baby why you wait so long 
Won't you come on! Come on! 

I've been walking in Central Park 
Singing after dark 
People think I'm crazy 
I've been stumbling on my feet 
Shuffling through the street 
Asking people, "What's the matter with you boy?" 

Sometimes I want to say to myself 
Sometimes I say 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh 

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh 
I won't miss you child 

I guess I'm lying to myself 
It's just you and no one else 
Lord I won't miss you child 
You've been blotting out my mind 
Fooling on my time 
No, I won't miss you, baby, yeah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah 

Lord, I miss you child 

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah 
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Rolling Stones - When the whip comes down

Yeah, mama and papa told me
I was crazy to stay
I was gay in New York
Which is a fag in L.A.
So I saved my money
And I took a plane
Wherever I go they treat me the same
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
I'm going down fifty-third street
And they're spitting in my face
I'm learning the ropes
Yeah I'm learning a trade
The east river truckers
Is churning with trash
I've got so much money
That I'm spending so fast
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sitting on the can
When the whip comes down
Yeah, some called me garbage
While I was sleeping on the street
I never roll
And I never cheat
I'm filling a need
I'm plugging a hole
My mama's so glad
I ain't on the dole
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
(Yeah, go ahead check it out)
Yeah, baby, when the whip comes down
When the whip comes down
(I'll be running this town, I'll tell you)
When the shit hits the fan
I'll be sittin on the can

Rolling Stones - Just My imagination

look out my window watch her as she passes by
I say to myself I'm such a lucky guy
To have a girl like her is a dream come true
And of all the girls in New York she loves me true
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Soon we'll be married and raise a family
Two boys for you, what about two girls for me
I tell you I am just a fellow with a one track mind
Whatever it is I want baby I seek and I shall find
I'll tell ya
It was just my imagination, once again
Running away with me
It was just my imagination
Running away with me
Every night I hope and pray
"Dear lord, hear my plea
Don't ever let another take her love from me
Or I will surely die"
Her love is ecstasy
When her arms enfold me
I hear her tender rhapsody
But in reality, she doesn't even know... me

Some girls give me money
Some girls buy me clothes
Some girls give me jewelry
That I never thought I own

Some girls give me diamonds
Some girls, heart attacks
Some girls I give all my bread to
I don’t ever wont it back

Some girls give me jewelry
Others bye me clothes
Some girls give me children
I never asked them for

So give me all you’re money
Give me all you’re gold
I’ll bye you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls take my money
Some girls take my clothes
Some girls get the shirt off my back
And leave me whit a lethal dose

French girls they want Cartier
Italian girls want cars
American girls want everything in the world
You can possibly imagine

English girls they’re so prissy
I can’t stand them on the telephone
Sometimes I take the receiver off the hook
I don’t want them to ever call at all

White girls they’re pretty funny
Sometimes they drive me mad
Black girls just wanna get fucked all night
I just don’t have that much jam

Chinese girls are so gentle
They’re really such a tease
You never know what they’re cockin’
Inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you’re money
Give me all you’re gold
I’ll bye you a house back in Zuma beach
And give you half of what I own

Some girls they’re so pure
Some girls so corrupt
Some girls give me children
I only made love to her once

Give me half your money
Give me half your car
Give me half of everything
I’ll make you world’s biggest star

So gimme all your money
Give me all your gold
Let’s go back to Zuma beach
I’ll give you half of everything I own

Rolling Stones - Lies

Lies, dripping off your mouth like dirt
Lies, lies in every step you walk
Lies, whispered sweetly in my ear
Lies, how do I get out of here?
Why, why you have to be so cruel?
Lies, lies, lies I ain't such a fool!
Lies, lies in my papa's looks
Lies, lies in my history books
Lies, lies like they teach in class
Lies, lies, lies I catch on way too fast
Fire, fire upon your wicked tongue
Lies, lies, lies you're trying to spoil my fun
Lies, lies you dirty jezebel
Why, why, why, why don't you go to hell?
Why, why you think me such a fool?
Lies, lies, lies honey that's ya rules!
Lies, lies, lies, lies, oh my lies, ...

I was drivin’ home early Sunday morning
Through Bakersfield,
Listening to gospel music on the coloured radio station,
And the preacher said: “You know you always have the lord by your side”
And I was so pleased to be informed of this
That I ran twenty red lights in his honour,
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to met a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she’d be off,
She’d be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise there she was sittin’ in a corner
Little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, and you can’t harmonize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
Well

Well the preacher kept right on saying
That all I had to do was send ten dollars
To the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus,
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they’d say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, and next week I got a prayer for the girl
Well you know what kind of eyes she got,
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Get a girl with far away eyes

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 the 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 easiest 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
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, alright now!

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 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, don’t come back, hey

Worked the bars and sideshows along the twilight zone
Only a crowd can make you feel so alone
And it really hit home
Booze and pills and powders, you can choose your medicine
Well here's another goodbye to another good friend

After all is said and done
Gotta move while it's still fun
Let me walk before they make me run
After all is said and done
I gotta move, it's still fun
I'm gonna walk before they make me run

Watched the taillights fading, there ain't a dry eye in the house
They're laughing and singing
Started dancing and drinking as I left town
Gonna find my way to heaven, `cause I did my time in hell
I wasn't looking too good but I was feeling real well

After all is said and done
I gotta move, I had my fun
Let us walk before they make us run

After all is said and done
I did alright, I had my fun
I will walk before they make me
I will walk before they make me run
I will walk before they make me run
I will walk before they make me run

After all is said and done
I gotta move, I had my fun
Let me walk before they make me run
Let me walk before they make me run
I wanna walk before they make me run

I'll never be your beast of burden 
My back is broad but it's a hurting 
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

Shattered, shattered 
Love and hope and sex and dreams 
Are still surviving on the street 
Look at me, I'm in tatters! 
I'm a shattered 
Shattered 

Friends are so alarming 
My lover's never charming 
Life's just a cocktail party on the street 
Big Apple 
People dressed in plastic bags 
Directing traffic 
Some kind of fashion 
Shattered 

Laughter, joy, and loneliness and sex and sex and sex and sex 
Look at me, I'm in tatters 
I'm a shattered 
Shattered 

All this chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter, chitter-chatter 'bout 
Shmatta, shmatta, shmatta -- I can't give it away on 7th Avenue 
This town's been wearing tatters (shattered, shattered) 
Work and work for love and sex 
Ain't you hungry for success, success, success, success 
Does it matter? (Shattered) Does it matter? 
I'm shattered. 
Shattered 

Ahhh, look at me, I'm a shattered 
I'm a shattered 
Look at me- I'm a shattered, yeah 

Pride and joy and greed and sex 
That's what makes our town the best 
Pride and joy and dirty dreams and still surviving on the street 
And look at me, I'm in tatters, yeah 
I've been battered, what does it matter 
Does it matter, uh-huh 
Does it matter, uh-huh, I'm a shattered 

Don't you know the crime rate is going up, up, up, up, up 
To live in this town you must be tough, tough, tough, tough, tough! 
You got rats on the west side 
Bed bugs uptown 
What a mess this town's in tatters I've been shattered 
My brain's been battered, splattered all over Manhattan 

Uh-huh, this town's full of money grabbers 
Go ahead, bite the Big Apple, don't mind the maggots, huh 
Shadoobie, my brain's been battered 
My friends they come around they 
Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter 
Pile it up, pile it high on the platter