My Story

My name's ANGIE, are you listening? I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming They never knew how harsh they were with those tones. YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT Words they thought were normal for dreamers I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that Until one RUBY TUESDAY I was caught with dealers. Saw WILD HORSES flex with TUMBLIN DICE Thinking I'd now be one of the HONKY TONK WOMEN I didn't think I'd be caught playing with fire in ice Next to the stolen car he said "PAINT IT BLACK". The policeman on the other side is on my track Asking, "how did she escape UNDER MY THUMB?" I didn't know there would be no going back It was a once-off deal but I guess that too was dumb.