Paint It Black
On days like this,
I just want to Paint It Black,
Turn all the Rolling Stones into black holes.
I know You Can’t Always Get What You Want,
But I’m tired of Tumblin’ Dice trying to win.
I just want to be one of those Wild Horses,
That runs through the sunflower meadow on this Ruby Tuesday.
When I look to the left,
I see Angie.
And when I look to the right,
Three Honky Tonk Women.
I could have all of them Under My Thumb,
But I’m hung up on you.
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