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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Jagger
Vocals
Keith Richards
Acoustic Guitar
Ron Wood
Electric Guitar
Charlie Watts
Drums
Ian Stewart
Piano
Bill Wyman
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Jagger
Songwriter
Keith Richards
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Kimsey
Producer
Don Was
Producer
Krish Sharma
Recording Engineer
Matt Clifford
Recording Engineer
Phil Joly
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stuart Whitmore
Editing Engineer
Tekst Utworu
Yeah, here I come
Do you think that I really care about a girl who's never there?
Do you think that I ever care about a girl who's never there?
But I can see you on the subway
I see you on the D train
Hey! See her in the afternoon, just after the giants game
I see her on the freeway, Long Island Expressway
Hey! Give me a break, baby
Help me get out of this rain
Ah, do you think that I really care about a girl who's never there?
Do you think that the clothes she wears make me forget she ain't never there?
I saw her on a runway, Saint Patrick's on a Sunday
I saw her eating pizzas, on 57th and Broadway
I see her on the highway
I see her on the sky train
Yeah, I need a yellow cab, hey
Help me get out of this rain, yeah
Whoa, baby
I saw you in the factory, like it's some kind of allergy
I saw you in the back of Max's Kansas City, propping up the bar on Saturdays
Met you at the gallery, it ended up in anarchy
You was spray-painting silk screens, and double dosed up with flattery
Do you think that I would ever care for a girl who's never there?
Is it possible that the jewels she wears could change my mind if she dyed her hair?
Do you think that the clothes she wears make me forget that you're never, never there?
Do you think that I really care?
See her hanging out on 57th and Broadway
Hey! Do you think I would ever care for a girl, for a girl who's never there?
Wait a minute, I need a yellow cab, let me get out of this rain
Hey! Put your umbrella up your ass, baby, whoo!
Do you think I could ever, ever care?
Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Ronald David Wood
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