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The Rolling Stones
"Dancing With Mr. D." lyrics

Dancing With Mr. D.

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 Mister D.
And one of these days
He's gonna 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
Dancing with Mister D.
With Mister D.
With Mister 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

Hiding in a corner
In New York City
Looking down a fourty-four
In West Virginia

I was dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, Lord
Keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mister D.
With Mister D.
With Mister D.
With Mister D.

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Lord

Dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, Lord
Keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mister D.
With Mister D.

One night I was dancing
With a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves
And a black silk hat

She looked at me longing
With black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange
All cunning and wise

Then 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
Was dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, dancing

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing