(M. Jagger/K. Richards). Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin'. Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight. Smoking moping maybe just hopin'. Some little girl will pass on by. Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home. I remember what she said. She said "My my my don't tell lies keep fidelity in your head. My my my don't tell lies. When you're done you should go to bed. Don't say hi like a spider to a fly. Jump right ahead and you're dead". Sit up fed up low down go round. Down to the bar at the place I'm at. Sitting drinking supereficially thinking. About the rinsed-out blonde on my left. Then I said "hi" like a spider to a fly. Remebering what my little girl said. She was common flirty she looked about thirty. I would have run away but I was on my own. She told me later she's a machine operator. She said she liked the way I held the microphone. I said my my like the spider to the fly. Jump right ahead in my web.