Live With Me:::Rolling Stones..whoo
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I got nasty habits
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
I must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don't you think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three (yeah)
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me? (Whoo!)
But there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well, they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about 7:35
But don't you think we need a woman's touch?
Do you make it come alive?
You'd look good
Pram-pushing down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me?
(Whoa) whoo!
Whoa, the servants, they're so helpful, dear
The cook, she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
(Whoo!)
Don't you think there's a place for us
Right across the street?
Don't you think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
I got nasty habits
I take tea at three
Yes, and the meat I eat for dinner
I must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats
And feeds them to his geese
Don't you think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three (yeah)
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me? (Whoo!)
But there's a score of harebrained children
They're all locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks
They're so 20th century
Well, they queue up for the bathroom
'Round about 7:35
But don't you think we need a woman's touch?
Do you make it come alive?
You'd look good
Pram-pushing down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don't you want to live with me?
(Whoa) whoo!
Whoa, the servants, they're so helpful, dear
The cook, she is a whore
Yes, the butler has a place for her
Behind the pantry door
The maid, she's French, she's got no sense
She's from the Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips
The footman's eyes get crossed
(Whoo!)
Don't you think there's a place for us
Right across the street?
Don't you think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
