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• Artiste: Rolling Stones
• Titre: Dancing With Mr. D
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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. And one of these days he's gonna set you free Human skulls is hangin' right 'round his neck The palms of my hands is clammy and wet Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. 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 Lookin' down a fourty-four in West Virginia I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. One night I was dancin' with a lady in black Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat She looked at me longin' with black velvet eyes She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise Then 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 dancin' with Mrs. D. Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free