Текст песни Rolling Stones - Dancing With Mister D.
Rolling Stones - Dancing With Mister D. слова песни
Down in the graveyard where we have our trystThe air smells sweet, the air smells sickHe never smiles, his mouth merely twistsThe breath in my lungs feels clinging and thickBut I know his name, he`s called Mr. D.And one of these days he`s gonna set you freeHuman skulls is hangin` right `round his neckThe palms of my hands is clammy and wetLord, I was dancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, Lord, keep your hand off meDancin` with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.Will it be poison put in my glassWill it be slow or will it be fast?The bite of a snake, the sting of a spiderA drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint nightHiding in a corner in New York CityLookin` down a fourty-four in West VirginiaI was dancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, Lord, keep your hand off meDancin` with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D.One night I was dancin` with a lady in blackWearin` black silk gloves and a black silk hatShe looked at me longin` with black velvet eyesShe gazed at me strange all cunning and wiseThen I saw the flesh just fall off her bonesThe eyes in her skull was burning like coalsLord, have mercy, fire and brimstoneI was dancin` with Mrs. D.Lord, I was dancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeI was dancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, dancin`, dancin` so freeDancin`, dancin`