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,