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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jack Nitzsche
Jack Nitzsche
Percussion
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Chant
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Guitare
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Guitare
Ian Stewart
Ian Stewart
Piano
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Batterie
Bill Wyman
Bill Wyman
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Jagger
Mick Jagger
Paroles/Composition
Keith Richards
Keith Richards
Paroles/Composition
Bill Wyman
Bill Wyman
Arrangement
Brian Jones
Brian Jones
Arrangement
Charlie Watts
Charlie Watts
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew Loog Oldham
Andrew Loog Oldham
Production
Dave Hassinger
Dave Hassinger
Ingénierie
Glyn Johns
Glyn Johns
Ingénierie
Ron Malo
Ron Malo
Ingénierie

Paroles

Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin' Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight Smoking moping, maybe just hopin' Some little girl will pass on by Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home I remember what she said She said, "My, my, my don't tell lies, keep fidelity in your head My, my, my don't tell lies, when you've done the show go to bed Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly Jump right ahead and you're dead" Sit up, fed up, low down go 'round Down to the bar at the place I'm at Sitting drinking, supereficially thinking About the rinsed-out blonde on my left Then I said, "hi", like a spider to a fly Remebering what my little girl said She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty I would have run away but I was on my own She told me later she's a machine operator She said she liked the way I held the microphone I said my, my, like the spider to the fly Jump right ahead in my web
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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