Rolling Love
As I saw them all line up in the grey alley,
my mind was blown away by the HONKY TONK WOMEN,
but I got away from their skilled allure
lest they captured my wayward passion to PAINT IT BLACK,
turn me into a gambler of love, rolling as TUMBLIN DICE.
That was when I felt the WILD HORSES run
as the blood of desire in my veins,
enticing me to chase the changing charm of RUBY TUESDAY,
but I couldn’t get her UNDER MY THUMB.
I understood YOU CAN”T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT.
So, like the ROLLING STONES I drifted
to be at the doorstep of ANGIE, I lost,
and see my love still glisten in her sad eyes.
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