Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dancing With Mr. D., artist - The Rolling Stones. Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Song language: English
Dancing With Mr. D. |
| Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst |
| The air smells sweet, the air smells sick |
| He never smiles, his mouth merely twists |
| The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick |
| But I know his name, he’s called Mr. D. |
| And one of these days he’s gonna set you free |
| Human skulls is hangin’right 'round his neck |
| The palms of my hands is clammy and wet |
| Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin’with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. |
| Will it be poison put in my glass |
| Will it be slow or will it be fast? |
| The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider |
| A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night |
| Hiding in a corner in New York City |
| Lookin’down a fourty-four in West Virginia |
| I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me Dancin’with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. |
| One night I was dancin’with a lady in black |
| Wearin’black silk gloves and a black silk hat |
| She looked at me longin’with black velvet eyes |
| She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise |
| Then I saw the flesh just fall off her bones |
| The eyes in her skull was burning like coals |
| Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone |
| I was dancin’with Mrs. D. |
| Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| I was dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', dancin', dancin’so free |
| Dancin', dancin' |