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Señoras y señores, sus Satánicas Majestades: los Rolling Stones
I saw her today at the reception,
A glass of wine in her hand.
I knew she would meet her connection,
At her feet was a footloose man.
Now you can´t always get what you want,
You can´t always get what you want,
You can´t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes you´ll find
You´ll get what you need.
I saw her today at the reception,
A glass of wine in her hand.
I knew she was gonna meet her connection,
At her feet was a footloose man.
You can´t always get what you want,
You can´t always get what you want,
You can´t always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes you might find
You´ll get what you need.
I went down to the demonstration,
To get my fair share of abuse.
Singing "we´re gonna vent our frustrations,
And if we don´t we´re gonna blow a 50-amp fuse."
I went down to the Chelsea drugst
To get your prescription filled.
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy,
And man, did he look pretty ill.
We decided that we would have a soda,
My favorite flavor, cherry red.
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy,
And he said one word to me, and that was "dead,"
I said to him,
You´ll get what you need--yeah, oh baby.
I saw her today at the reception,
In her glass was a bleeding man.
She was practiced at the art of deception,
Well I could tell by her bloodstained hands.
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