(m. jagger/k. richards)
Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm
And i'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two.
Bit off more than i can chew and i knew what it was leading to,
Some things, well, i can't refuse,
One of them, one of them the bedroom blues.
She delivers right on time, i can't resist a corny line,
But take the shine right off you shoes,
Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues.
Oo...
In the bar you're getting drunk, i ain't in love, i ain't in luck.
Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight.
Maybe your friends think i'm just a stranger,
Some face you'll never see no more.
Let it all come down tonight.
Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.