Rolling Stones Dancing With Mr. D Lyrics
Yeah, 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...
Dancing With Mr. D Lyrics
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Dancing With Mr. D Lyrics
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