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Sittin’ thinkin’ sinkin’ drinkin’
Wond’ring what I’ll do when I’m through tonight
Smokin’ mopin’ maybe just hopin’
Some little girl will pass on by
To wanna be alone
But I love my girl at home
I remember what she said
She said, my! my! my!
Don’t tell lies!
Keep fidelity in your head!
My! my! my! don’t tell lies!
When you’ve done your show go to bed
Don’t say hi! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead and you’re dead!
Sit up fed up low down go ’round
Down to the bar at the place I’m at
Sittin’ drinkin’ superficially thinkin’
About the rins’d out blonde on my left
And then I said hi! like a spider to a fly
Rememb’ring what my little girl said
She was coming flirty
She look’d about thirty
I would have run away, but I was on my own
She told me later she’s a machine operator
She said she liked the way I held the microphone
I said, my! my! my! like a spider to a fly
Jump right ahead in my web!
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Lyrics: Rolling Stones
