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Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff
Hot stuff, hot stuff
Can't get enough
Hot stuff, hot stuff, can't get enough
The music is mighty, mighty fine
Hot stuff
Play it rough
Cause music is want I want
To keep my body always moving
Yeah, shake it up, hot stuff
Everyday I get another dose
I can't stand it when the music stops
Hot stuff
Everybody on the dance floor
You know what I'm talking about
Music make you forget all your trouble
Make you sing and make you tell the whole wide world
So what? Hot stuff
I want to tell all my friends in London
There ain't nothing wrong with you
But you'd better shape up
Shake it up, your hot stuff
All the people in New York City
I know you all going broke
But I know your tough, yeah you're hot stuff
To everybody in Jamaica
That's working in the sun
Your hot, your hot stuff
Shake it up, hot stuff
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Rolling Stones - Hand of Fate
The hand of fate is on me now
It pick me up and knock me down
I'm on the run, I'm prison bound
The hand of fate is heavy now
I killed a man, I'm highway bound
The wheel of fortune keeps turning round
Turning round, turning round
I should have known it was a one horse town
My sweet girl was once his wife
He had papers the judge had signed
The wind blew hard, it was stormy night
He shot me once, but I shot him twice
The hand of fate is on me now
It pick me up and it kicked me right down
Kicked me right down
Kicked me right down
I had to save her life
Yeah, I gunned him twice
Yeah, and I watched him die, watch out boy
Yeah, I watched him die
He was a barroom man, the violendt kind
He had no love for that gal of mine
Then one day in a drinking bout
He swore he'd throw me right of town
The hand of fate is on me now
I shot that man I put him underground
I put him underground
Yes I did
I'm on the run, I hear the hounds
My luck is up, my chips are down
So goodbye baby, so long now
Wish me luck, I'm going to need it child
The hand of fate is on me now
Yeah it's too late
Too late baby, too late now
The hand of fate is on me now
The hand of fate is heavy now
It pick you up and knock you down
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Oh cherry oh cherry oh baby
Don't you know I'm in need of thee
If you don't believe it's true
What have you left me to do
So long I've been waiting
for you to come right in
And now that we are together
Please make my joy run over
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh cherry oh cherry oh baby
Don't you know I'm in love with you
If you don't believe I do
Then why don't you try me
I'm never gonna let you down
Never make you wear no frown
You say you love me madly
Then why do you treat me badly
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
O ho cherry oh cherry oh baby
You see I'm in love with you
If you don't believe I do
Then why don't you try me
Never gonna to let you down, no
Never make you wear no frown
You say you love me madly
Then why do you treat me badly
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Oh oh ee oh ee oh ee oh ee oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
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Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
Her eyes were hazel and her nose was slightly curved
We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
It's on the ocean I guess you know it well
It took a starry night to steal my breath away
Down on the waterfront her hair all drenched
In spray
Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
Her eyes were hazel her teeth were slightly curved
She took my guitar and she began to play
She sang a song to me, stuck right in my brain
You're just a memory of a love that used to be
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
Much to me
She got a mind of her own and she use it well, yeah
Well she's one of a kind
Got a mind
She got a mind of her own, yeah, and she use it mighty fine
She drove a pick-up truck painted green and blue
The tires were wearing thin she done a mile or two
And when I asked her where she headed for
(Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar)
I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
My nerves are shot already the road ain't all that smooth
Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
I keep on a feeling that gnawing in my bones
You're just a memory (just a memory) of a love that used to mean so
Much to me
(just a memory)
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
much to me
You're just a memory girl, you're just a sweet
Old memory
And it used to mean so much to me
Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la
Sha la laa la
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so much to me
She got a mind of her own and she use it well
Mighty fine she's one of a kind
She got a mind of her own
She's one of a kind and she use it well
On the seventh day my eyes were all aglaze
We been ten thousand miles and been in fifteen states
Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
I hit the bottle and I hit the sack and cried
What's all this laughter on the twenty-second floor?
It's just some friends of mine and they're busting
Down the doors
It's been a lonely night at the Memory Motel
You're just a memory girl just a memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl you're just a memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory girl you're just a sweet old memory
And it used to mean so much to me
You're just a memory of a love that used to mean so
Much to me
She's got a mind of her own and she use it well yeah
Well she's one of a kind
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Rolling Stones - Hey, Negrita
Hey Negrita, hey now
Move your body, move your mouth
Shake lady, way down south
Shake baby, in your home town
Come si chiama, what's you game?
I'm just a poor man, what's your name?
Shake your body, do it up now
Shake body, move it up now
Hey Negrita, hey now
Hey conchita, shake it up now
Bate las caderas, do it up now
Flash of gold in your ears, child
Flash of gold in your eyes
Saw the gleam in your mouth
Saw the steel in your thighs
Do it up now
Bate las caderas, do it up now
Just a momentita, not so fast
I need money, my sweet ass
Listen I'm a poor man
My pay is low
Here's one last dollar, then we go
"One last dollar," she say "I got my pride"
Going to get your boss, boy
Going to tan your hide
Hey Negrita, hey now
Hey Negrita, do it right now
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Rolling Stones - Melody
Melody, it was a second name
Melody, it was a second name
Came home one morning about quarter to three
I'm banging on my door cause I just lost my key
Open up, baby, you got someone else inside
I'm going to come get you dead or alive
I took her out dancing but she drank away my cash
She said, "I'm going to fix my face don't you worry I'll be back"
I'm looking for her high and low like a mustard for a ham
She was crashed out in the bathroom
In the arms of my best friend
Then one day she left me
She took everything that moved
My car, she took my trailer home
She took my Sunday boots
My nose is on her trail
I'm going to catch her by surprise
Then I'm going to have the pleasure
To roast that child alive
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When I come home baby
And I've been working all night long
I put my daughter on my knee, and she say
"Daddy what's wrong?"
I put my head on her shoulder
She whispers in my ear so sweet
You know what she says?
"Daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why."
You know, I got a woman
And she lives in the poor part of town
and I go see her sometimes
And we make love, so fine
I put my head on her shoulder
She says, "Tell me all your troubles."
You know what she says? She says
"Daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
and it makes me wonder why."
Daddy you're a fool to cry
Oh, I love you so much baby
Daddy you're a fool to cry
Daddy you're a fool to cry, yeah
She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why."
She says, "Daddy you're a fool to cry
Daddy you're a fool to cry
Daddy you're a fool to cry
Daddy you're a fool to cry
Even my friends say to me sometimes
And make out like I don't understand them
You know what they say
They say, "Daddy you're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
You're a fool to cry
And it makes me wonder why."
I'm a fool baby
I'm a fool baby
I'm a certified fool, now
I want to tell ya
Gotta tell ya, baby
I'm a fool baby
I'm a fool baby
Certified fool for ya, mama, come on
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
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Rolling Stones - Crazy Mama
Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah
You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
You can steal my money
And that don't mean a doggone thing
Cause if you really think you can push it
I'm going to bust your knees with a bullet
Your crazy mama, ah yeah
Well your old time religion
Is just a superstition
You going to pay high prices
For your sacrificises
Well your blood and thunder
Sure can't faze me none
If your going to keep on coming
I'm gonna take it all head on
If you don't believe I'm going to do it
Just wait till you get hit by that bullet
Don't think I ain't thought about it
But it sure makes my shackles rise
And cold blood murder
Make me want to draw the line
Well your crazy mama
With your ball and chain
Plain psychotic
Plain insane
If you don't think I'm gonna do it
Just wait for the thud of the bullet
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