Dancing With Mr. D Songtext
von Lucifer
Dancing With Mr. D Songtext
Well, down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he′s called Mr. D
One of these days he's gonna set you free
Human scars are hanging right ′round his neck
The palms of my hands, they're clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
(Mr. D, Mr. D)
Well, well, well
Will it be poison put in my glass?
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
Think of belladonna on a Tuesday night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down at forty-four in West Virginia
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
With Mr. D
(Mr. D, Mr. D)
That night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me long with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange, all cunning and wise
I saw her flesh, the blood of the bone
The eyes in the sky were burning like coals
Lord have mercy, my breath was stolen
I was dancing with Mrs. D
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he′s called Mr. D
One of these days he's gonna set you free
Human scars are hanging right ′round his neck
The palms of my hands, they're clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
(Mr. D, Mr. D)
Well, well, well
Will it be poison put in my glass?
Will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
Think of belladonna on a Tuesday night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down at forty-four in West Virginia
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
With Mr. D
(Mr. D, Mr. D)
That night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me long with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange, all cunning and wise
I saw her flesh, the blood of the bone
The eyes in the sky were burning like coals
Lord have mercy, my breath was stolen
I was dancing with Mrs. D
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, dancing, so free
Dancing, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

