Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want

Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand.
I knew she was gonna meet her connection,
At her feet was a footloose man.

And you can't always get what you want,
Honey, you can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want
 
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!


I went down to the demonstration
To get our fair share of abuse,
Singing, "We gonna vent our frustration."
If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty amp fuse.
So, I went to the Chelsea Drugstore
To get your prescription filled.
I was standing in line with my friend, Mr. Jimmy.
And man, did he look pretty ill.
We decided that we would have a soda,
My favorite flavour was cherry red.
I sing this song to my friend, Jimmy,
And he said one word to me and that was "dead."
And I said to him

And you can't always get what you want, honey.
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!

I saw her today at the reception.
In her glass was a bleeding man.
She was practiced at the art of deception;
I could tell by her blood-stained hands.

And you can't always get what you want, honey.
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!

And you can't always get what you want, honey,
You can't always get what you want,
You cant always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need

2 comentários:

Anônimo disse...

Depois de um longo período afastada deste distinto blog, vim para deixar registradas minhas palavras de profunda emoção e alegria após a leitura aqui feita...

Brincadeiras à parte, você sabe que gosto muito do que você escreve, mesmo sem entender algumas coisas... hehe
Beijokas!!

Simprão disse...

Deixe em cima dessa mesa, a foto que eu gostava. Pra eu pensar que o seu sorriso envelheceu comigo... deixa eu ter a sua mão mais uma vez na minha, pra que eu fotografe assim meu verdadeiro abrigo.