Rolling Love

As I saw them all line up in the grey alley, my mind was blown away by the HONKY TONK WOMEN, but I got away from their skilled allure lest they captured my wayward passion to PAINT IT BLACK, turn me into a gambler of love, rolling as TUMBLIN DICE. That was when I felt the WILD HORSES run as the blood of desire in my veins, enticing me to chase the changing charm of RUBY TUESDAY, but I couldn’t get her UNDER MY THUMB. I understood YOU CAN”T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT. So, like the ROLLING STONES I drifted to be at the doorstep of ANGIE, I lost, and see my love still glisten in her sad eyes.