
Singiel, wrzesień 1978

Strona B: When The Whips Comes Down
Kompozycja: Mick Jagger/Keith Richards
Producent: The Glimmer Twins (Jagger/Richards)
Wytwórnia: Rolling Stones
Długość: 4:24



RON WOOD: Numer pojawił się spontanicznie w studiu. Keith miał już jakiś zarys pomysłu, w który wślizgnąłem się ze swoimi riffami. Wyszło tak, jakby to było zaplanowane. Tak to zaczęło się już kiedyś. Wymieniamy się z Keithem swoimi pomysłami w grze na gitarach. Gdy on gra nisko, ja jestem wyżej. I na odwrót. Wychodzi nam to bardzo naturalnie. Tkamy te nasze tło gitarowe - żartobliwie nawet je nazywamy "starożytną grą". Do dzisiaj jestem pod wrażeniem tego, jak umiemy ze sobą tkać te nasze partie gitarowe.
I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, but it's a' hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.
I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, my feet are hurtin'.
All I want is for you to make love to me.
What's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
I'll never be your beast of burden.
So let's go home and draw the curtains.
Put some music on the radio.
C'mon, baby, make some love to me.
Oh, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
My little sister is a pretty pretty girl.
She loves to ride. She loves to crawl.
They love to take her out behind the garden wall.
And when they're done they just throw her away.
And she don't have an awful lot to say.
It hurts her so bad to come to the end.
I re, I remember all the times she spent sayin', "Please!"
Ain't I hot enough? Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I rich enough? I'm not too blind to see. Ohh, ohhh.
Ohh. Ohhhh.
I'll never be your beast of burden.
My back is broad, baby, but it's a' hurtin'.
And all I want is you to make love to me.
What's the matter, what's the matter with me?
Ain't I hot enough? Oooh, yeah, ain't I rough enough?
Oooh, yeah, ain't I rich enough, rich enough, rich enough,
too blind to see? Too blind, too blind, ohhhh!
I'll never be your beast of burden.
I walk for miles, honey, my feet are hurtin'.
And all I want . . .
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