Paroles: Rolling Stones. Exile on Main St.. Turd On The Run.

Grabbed hold of your coat tail
But it come off in my hand
I reached for your lapel
But it weren't sewn on so grand

Begged, promised anything
If only you would stay
Well, I lost a lot of love over you, yeah that's why

Fell down to my knees
And I hung onto your pants
But you just kept on runnin'
While they ripped off in my hands

Diamond rings, vaseline
You give me disease
Well, I lost a lot of love over you, baby, alright

I boogied in the ballroom
I boogied in the dark
Tie your hands, tie your feet
Throw you to the sharks

Make you sweat, make you scream
Make you wish you'd never been
I lost a lot of love over you, knocked down