The Rolling Stones lyrics - Album: Some Girls [1978]

Miss You

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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 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

When The Whip Comes Down


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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

Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)


(Whitfield/Strong)

I 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


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Some girls give me money

Some girls buy me clothes

Some girls give me jewelry

That I never thought I'd own

Some girls give me diamonds

Some girls, heart attacks

Some girls I give all my bread to

I don't ever want it back

Some girls give me jewelry

Others buy me clothes

Some girls give me children

I never asked them for

So give me all your money

Give me all your gold

I'll buy 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 with 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 quite what they're cookin'

Inside those silky sleeves

Give me all you money

Give me all your gold

I'll buy 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 by half

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

Lies


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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, ...

Far Away Eyes


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

I was driving home early Sunday morning through Bakersfield

Listening to gospel music on the colored 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 honor

Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to meet 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 the corner

A little bleary, worse for wear and tear

Was a girl with far away eyes

So if you're down on your luck

And you can't harmonize

Find a girl with far away

And if you're downright disgusted

And life ain't worth a dime

Get a girl with far away eyes

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, the next week, I got a prayer with a girl

Well, you know what kind of eyes she got

So if you're down on your 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

Respectable


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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 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

She's 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

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 life

Don't take my wife

Don't come back

Get out of my life

Don't take my wife

Don't come back, come back, hey

Before They Make Me Run


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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 me run

After all is said and done

I did alright, I had my fun

I will walk before they make me run

Beast Of Burden


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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'll never be your beast of burden

I've walked for miles and my feet are hurting

All I want is you to make love to me

I don't need beast of burden

I need no fussing

I need no nursing

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

Shattered


(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

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

And 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

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