(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Who`s that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm
And I`m hip to what she`ll do, give her just about a month or two.
Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to,
Some things, well, I can`t refuse,
One of them, one of them the bedroom blues.
She delivers right on time, I can`t resist a corny line,
But take the shine right off you shoes,
Carryin`, carryin` the bedroom blues.
Oo...
In the bar you`re getting drunk, I ain`t in love, I ain`t in luck.
Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight.
Maybe your friends think I`m just a stranger,
Some face you`ll never see no more.
Let it all come down tonight.
Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.