Dancing With Mr. D III Songtext
von The Rolling Stones

You′re dirty
Oh, you're dirty

Yeah, 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
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mr. D, Lord

(D)
Wherever
(D)


And 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
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia

Wel, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mr. D, ow, whoo

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing (hey)
Dancing, dancing

Lord I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mr. D., Lord, sing it now (Mr. D.)


One night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancing with Mistress D

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free, oh
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing (good God)
I was dancing, dancing, Lord keep your hand off me

Dancing, dancing (whoo)
I was dancing, dancing (with Mr. D)
I was dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing (whoo)
Lord I was dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing