Блоги Дочь самурая:: иишные откровения

Пусть попробует всё. Лишь бы не закатился нечаянно в лунку окончательного выбора.

 

Парадокс забыли.

 

Не важно где и кем, важно чтобы не залип.

 

I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad, but it's a hurting
All I want, for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio
Come on, baby, make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see
Oh, little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
You're a pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on, baby, please, please, please
I'll tell you, you can put me out on the street
Put me out with no shoes on my feet
But put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery, yeah
All your sickness, I can suck it up
Throw it all at me, I can shrug it off
There's one thing, baby, I don't understand
You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough? Ooh, honey
Ain't I tough enough?
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough?
Ooh, ooh, please
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me.
®Rolling Stones

 

Ну, это же Мик, ему нужно писать песни для working class heroes.
Они в пабах глушат эль и распевают баллады о любви.

 

А это прям жизненно необходимо?)