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Ha, ha, ha, I don't believe it |
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Da, da, ah, ooh, don't touch me |
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Hey, Ray! |
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Hey, Sugar! |
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Tell 'em who we are |
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Well, we're big rock singers |
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We've got golden fingers |
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And we're loved everywhere we go (That sounds like us) |
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We sing about beauty |
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And we sing about truth |
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For ten thousand dollars a show (Right!) |
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We take all kind of pills |
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That give us all kind of thrills |
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But the thrill we've never known |
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Is the thrill that'll get ya |
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When you get your picture |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover |
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(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yeah!) |
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(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone (That's a very, very, good idea!) |
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I got a freaky ol' lady name o' Cocaine Katy |
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Who embroiders on my jeans |
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I got my poor old gray-haired daddy |
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Drivin' my limousine |
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Now, it's all designed to blow our minds |
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But our minds won't really be blown |
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Like the blow that'll get ya when you get your picture |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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(Rolling Stone) Wanna see our pictures on the cover |
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(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (yeah) |
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(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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(Hey, I know how, rock and roll!!) |
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(Ah, that's beautiful) |
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We got a lot of little teenage blue-eyed groupies |
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Who do anything we say |
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We got a genuine Indian guru |
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Who's teaching us a better way |
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We got all the friends that money can buy |
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So we never have to be alone |
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And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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(Rolling Stone) Wanna see my picture on the cover |
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(Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one!) |
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(Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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Wanna see my picture on the cover |
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(Man, I don't know why we ain't on the cover, Baby) |
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(We're beautiful people) |
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Wanna buy five copies for my mother |
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(I ain't kiddin', why, we would make a beautiful cover |
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(Fresh shot, right up front, man) |
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On the cover of the Rolling Stone |
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(I can see it now, we'll be up on the front) |
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(Smilin', man ...... ahh, beautiful!) |
