Mick Jagger
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Wired All Night
You go squeeze in your dress, and go strap on your boots
I'm gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute
I'm gonna smoke up a storm
and step into the night
I'm getting ready to burn, I'm getting ready to fly
I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill
Hey, would I tell you a lie
We'll
be slamming tequilas, popping hydrogen
And lose the coils and the kinks that
are wrecking my life
Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain
in the butt
How can I think when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced on
this stuff
We'll be wired all night
We hit the high life
We'll be wired
all night
We hit the high life
Watch me now
You blew a jelly-face Joe,
Pedro the pimp
I'm as hard as a brick, hope I never go limp
Is the
earthquake shaking, is there gonna be war
Tell the National Guard to mind the
grocery store
I said, hey, and I don't give a hoot
Hey, I need some
earthly delights
I'll be drowning my sorrows, banging my box
'Til the
sirens start singing and I'm ready to fly
Give me a drink, don't be talking
so much, you're a pain in the butt
How can I think when you puke up your
guts, I'll be juiced on this stuff
We'll be wired all night
We hit the
high life
We'll be wired all night
We hit the high life
Give me a
drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain
in the butt
How can I think
when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced
on this stuff
I'll be kicked in
the nuts
We'll be wired all night
We hit the high life
We'll be wired
all night
We hit the high life
Sweet Thing
In the beginning, when life was simple
We were at each
other night and day
You were so sensual and so inventive
We said we'd
stick together come what may
In the beginning, you were so brutal
You
turned the heat on in the afternoon
Get so excited, get so addicted
You
had me eating from your golden spoon
Now I don't wanna spoil the party
I
know it goes against the grain
As the plane touched down I got movies of you
Running through my fevered brain
I really love my sweet thing, I can't give
her up
I really love my sweet thing, I can't give her up
I really love my
sweet thing, I can't give her up
In the beginning, when we were winning
I
was your ever-present love-sick fool
You turned the heat off and left me
standing
Freezing by your swimming pool
I can't give it up
I can't give
it up
I can't give it up
I can't give it up
Now I don't wanna spoil the
party
I know it goes against the grain
As the plane touched down, and the
midnight moon
Can't just walk away
Really love my sweet thing, wanna' lick
it up
Really love my sweet thing, wanna' lick it up
Really love my sweet
thing, can't give it up
Really love my sweet thing, can't give it up
Use Me
My friends feel their appointed duty
They keep trying to
tell me all you want to do is use me
Uh huh but my answer about all that use
me stuff
I want to spread the news that if it feels this good getting used
You can keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use me up
My
brother sit me right down and he talked to me
He told me that I ought to not
let you just walk on me
Well I'm sure that he meant well, yeah but when
Our talk was through
I said brother if you only knew you'd wish you were in
my shoes
You could keep on using me
Until you use me up
Until you use
me up
Sometimes it's true you really do abuse me
Oh you get me in a crowd
of high class people
And you act real nasty to me
I said, oh baby, baby,
baby, when you love me
I can't get enough
I want to spread the news that
if it feels this good getting used
You can keep on using me
Until you use
me up
Until you use me up
Ewening Gown
People say that I'm high class
But I'm low down all the
while
People think That I'm crazy
When I flash that California smile
But I can still paint the town
All the colour of your evening gown
While
I'm waiting for your blonde hair
To turn grey
People say I'm a drinker
But I'm sober half the time
People say I'm a loser
But I get lucky on the
side
Yeah but I can still paint the town
All the colour of your evening
gown
While I'm waiting for your blonde hair
To turn grey
All my life I
waited for
Someone who would show where the bliss is
All my life I waited
for
Someone who would take me past the kissing
People say I'm a loner
I
like to get lost in the crowds
People call me a dresser
I wear my sports
clothes way too loud
Yeah but I can still paint the town
I can shake it
and turn it upside down
While I'm waiting for your blonde hair
While I'm
waiting for your blonde hair
While I'm waiting for your blonde hair
To
turn grey
Think
Think about the sacrifices that I made for you
Think about
the hard times that you put me through
Think about the good things that I
done for you
Think about the bad things that I tried not to do
Come on
baby
Think about the good things
Think about the bad things
Think about
the right things
Think about the wrong things
And baby before you leave me
you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
How much of the happiness
can you really claim
How many tears have I shed, am I not to blame
Though
I can't remember what went wrong
I tried so hard to please you, least that's
what I thought
Come on baby
Think about the good things
Think about the
bad things
Think about the right things
Think about the wrong things
And baby before you leave me you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
Come on baby
Think about the good things
Think about the bad things
Think about the right things
Think about the wrong things
And baby before
you leave me you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
Think about the
sacrifices that I made for you
Think about the hard times that you put me
through
Think about the good things that i done for you
Think about the
bad things that I tried not to do
Come on baby
Think about the good things
Think about the bad things
Think about the right things
Think about the
wrong things
Come on baby
Think about the good things
And baby before
you leave me you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
And baby before
you leave me you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
And baby before
you leave me you'll realise
That I'm the one who loves you
Gun
Your friends will say
It's self defense
With no hope of
recompense
And anyway it makes no sense
The way you hurt me baby
You
always turn the other cheek
Always acted mild and meek
Ya always played me
for a geek
The way you dressed to kill
Why don't just get a gun and shoot
it
Why don't you just get a gun
Why don't you just get a gun
And shoot
it through this heart of mine
Through this heart of mine
You tried to
stretch me on the rack
I saw you laughing when I cracked
You broke my will
you broke my back
On the wheel of uncertainty
You tried to push me to the
edge
You wouldn't listen when I begged
Why don't you push me off the ledge
It's just torture baby
Why don't just get a gun and shoot it
Why don't you
just get a gun
Why don't you just get a gun
And shoot it through this
heart of mine
Through this heart of mine
Through this heart of mine
Through this heart of mine
Why don't you just buy a gun
Why don't you just
buy a gun and shoot it
Why don't you just buy a gun
Your friends will say
it's self defense
They say it's cheap and no expense
Why don't you just
get a gun and use it
Why don't you just get a gun
Gun
Why don't you
just get a gun
And shoot it through this heart of mine
Through this heart
of mine
Through this heart of mine
Radio Control
I'm a player in a game show
And it's poisoning my mind
I'm a string on someone's yo-yo
I feel my life is trivialised
I eat
scandal for my breakfast
I spit gossip late at night
I'm not one for fancy
speeches
But they're sucking me like leeches
Feel my body's under radio
control
Listen
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Every woman that I'm loving
She's got to have that sense of style
All the
men love that aggression
They want to walk that extra mile
I'm getting
sick of competition
You better take me off this mission
Feel my body's
under radio control
Listen
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
I always stay fresh
Don't run out of juice
I don't let the
power run dry
Don't make a fool of myself
Let my tounge hang too loose
I stay out of range to survive
Every woman she got to walk that extra mile
I'm not one for fancy speeches
But they're sucking me like leeches
Feel my
body's under radio control
Listen Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Walk forwards
Walk backwards
Radio control
Work hard
Take a vacation
Radio control
Radio control
Radio control
Primitive Cool
A place far in the future
And faces from the past
And
children reading history books
Their faces light and laugh
It all seems so
primitive
How did you survive?
It all seemed so different then
How did
you stay alive?
Did you walk cool in the fifties daddy?
Was it black and
white?
Did you play jazz all night?
Was it really so wonderful?
Did you
walk cool in the fifties daddy?
Did you dress like James Dean?
Did you
wear dungarees?
Did you dance to the Rhumba?
Was it all just crazy
fashion?
I said oh yeah
Did you live life with a passion?
I said oh
yeah
Does it all have some strange meaning?
Can it change my life today?
Or is it all so much flotsam and jetsam?
Tell me right away
Did you walk
cool in the sixties daddy?
Did you fight in the war?
Or did you chase all
the whores
On the rock and roll rumble?
Did you walk cool in the sixties
daddy?
Did you fight in the war?
Did you break all the laws
That were
ready to crumble?
Was it just a crazy fashion?
I said oh yeah
Did you
live life with a passion?
I said oh yeah
Does it have some inner meaning?
Can it change my life today?
Or is it all so much flotsam and jetsam?
Tell
me right away
Well I think you've got it figured
Go check it out yourself
Cause I've had it playing teacher for today
Did you walk cool primitive cool?
Did you know Dr. King?
Was he ever so humble?
Did you walk cool primitive
cool?
Did you break all the laws
That were ready to crumble?
A place
far in the future
And faces from the past
And children reading history
books
Their faces light and laugh
It all seems so primitive
How did you
survive?
It all seemed so different then
How did you stay alive?
Party Doll
You used to be my party doll
But now you say the party's
over
You used to love to honky tonk
But now the honky tonking's over
Now life is a bitter thing, my sweet
Now life is a mystery to me
Love's
pain, I ain't buying
Love's strange. I keep trying, trying, trying
You
used to be my party doll
But now you want to live in clover
You used to be
my number one
But now those salad days are over
Times change but
fascination stays
Love wins but the passion just fades
I'll drink to the
dancing days
I'll drink to your crazy ways
Through the whiskey haze
Face the music, face the truth
Chase that fleet sweet bird of youth
Grow
up sweetly, grow up strong
Hear the heartbeat, in my song
Love's pain, I
ain't buying
Love's strange. I keep trying, trying, trying
You used to be
my party doll
But now you say the party's over
You used to love to honky
tonk
But now those dancing days are over
You used to be my number one
But now you vanished in the ozone
Secrets
I heard a story, all about you
I heard the secrets, maybe
they're true
I read the papers, I read the news
I hear the gossip, all
about you
They say that you're really not so prim and prude
Behind it all
you're rather rude
And really go for younger men
Italian types and lots of
them
I can't believe it baby
Maybe it's true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do
it for the money
I heard the stories
On saturday night, out in the back
room
After one or two lies
Your name is mentioned
It gives me a fright
Dishonorable mention
Puts you in a new light
You've been going downtown
slave romancing
Nasty, mean and fancy dancin
With your nose in plastic
bags
People talk and tongues all wag
I can't believe it baby
I've been
a fool
'Cause scales have just fell from my eyes
You can't keep up your
disguise
Tell me about your adventures in living
I won't write a word of
libel
Swear it on a thousand Bibles
But, I admit, I have got my misgivings
Maybe it's true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
I read the
papers, I read the news
I scan the columns for pictures of you
You with
the husband, you with the mayor, youu with the kids
Now who are you kidding,
who you kidding?
How can you dare?
While you are the mistress of a mafia
man
Who's working for the Vatican
And all your money crisply ironed in
off-shore banks
Your friends are kind
I can't believe it baby
Maybe
it's true
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
Yeah, you've been a
nasty girl
Yeah, you've been bad
You've been bad, you've been bad
You
better come over here
And take your punishment
Bad, bad, bad! Bad, bad,
bad!
Honey, honey, honey!
Do it for the money
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László Zoltán 2012
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