Dancing With Mr. D (Live At The Gelredome, Arnhem) - The Rolling Stones (滚石乐队)

Lyrics by：Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

Composed by：Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst

The air smells sweet the air smells sick

He never smiles his mouth merely twists

The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick

But I know his name he's called Mr. D

And one of these days he's going to set you free

Human skulls is hanging right around his neck

The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

Lord I was dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing Lord keep your hand off me

I was dancing with Mr. D

Will it be poison put in my glass

Will it be slow or will it be fast

The bite of a snake the sting of a spider

A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night

Looking down about a New York City

West Virginia

I was dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing Lord keep your hand off me

I was dancing with Mr. D

Lord I was dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing Lord keep your hand off me

I was dancing with Mr. D

One night I was dancing with a lady in black

Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat

She looked at me strange with black velvet eyes

She looked at me funny all cunning and wise

I saw the flesh just fall off her bones

The eyes in her skull was burning like coals

Lord have mercy fire and brimstone

I was dancing with mistress D

Lord I was dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing Lord keep your hand off me

I was dancing with Mr. D

Lord I was dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing dancing dancing so free

Dancing Lord keep your hand off me

I was dancing with Mr. D