The Rolling Stones - If You Can't Rock Me

The band's on stage and it's one of those nights, oh yeah
The drummer thinks that he is dynamite, oh yeah
You lovely ladies in your leather and lace
A thousand lips I would love to taste
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell
 
If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will
 
Now, who's that black girl in the bright blue hair? Oh yeah
Now, don't you know that it's rude to stare? Oh yeah
I'm not so green but I'm feeling so fresh,
I simply like to put her to the test
She's so alive and she's dressed to kill, but
 
If you can't rock me somebody will
If you can't rock me somebody will
 
Now I ain't looking for no pretty face, oh no
Or for some hooker working roughish trade
And there isn't nothing like a perfect mate
And I am not looking for no wedding cake
But I been talking about it much too long
I think I better sing just one more song
I've got one heart and it hurts like hell
I'm simply dying for some thrills, spills, oh yeah
 
If you can't rock me, if you can't rock me
Somebody will, somebody will, somebody will
If you can't rock me
Well, well, well, well