The Rolling Stones – Turd On The Run

Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand,

I reached for your lapel but it weren’t sewn on so grand.

Begged, promised anything if only you would stay,

Well, I lost a lot of love over you.

Fell down to my knees and I hung onto your pants,

But you just kept on runnin’ while they ripped off in my hands.

Di’mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease,

Well, I lost a lot of lover over you.

I boogied in the ballroom, I boogied in the dark;

Tie you hands, tie you feet, throw you to the sharks.

Make you sweat, make you scream, make you wish you’d never been,

I lost a lot of love over you.