(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
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| Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Senses be praised
Senses be praised
Your my saving grace, saving grace
Nothing will harm you
Nothing will stand in your way
Nothing, Nothing
Nothing will stop you
And nothing will stand in your way
To be continued... |
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