It’s coming, it’s coming
Saturdays are the stronger
The wronger
Absenteism, like jaded, that jaded
I’m Mick fucking Jagger
That simply did no escape me
I’m Mick fucking Jagger
That simply did no escape me
I’m Mick fucking Jagger
There’s no more yesterday
A basket of rhyme
Oh oh oh
By times, great rhymes
Bye byes, great rhymes
Oh oh oh
Some men are not made for summer
We are all looking around
We do not know how we get around
It’s beauty synchronicities
But no one’s out o oooo o oo o
At all
I have?
Now I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I
Let it out, let it out
It’s storm, fascination
Faster the ground
Oh oh oh
By times, great rhymes
Bye byes, great rhymes
Oh oh oh