Sticky Fingers
It takes a beaten up animal to put 'em all away
Rushin' me around and a-sendin' me astray
Don't you lie to me, yes, we finally
Got a handle on the doors that we open and shut
Packin' up my suitcase 'cause I'm going far away
I'm going to a place where the credit cards
Don't decline on me, yes, we finally
Got a handle on the doors that we open and shut
She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me, in my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine
And we're remotely secluded in this faraway place
Heading to a land where everything is okay
Don't think, suddenly, that you and me
Got a handle on the doors that we open and close
Can you take a little time, ego balance your ways?
'Cause everything we do and we put on display
Maybe you and me are a little the same
So what do you think of what we've made?
She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me, in my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine