(M. Jagger/K. Richards). My spirit is winging. My soul is free. I'm doing my drinking. In good company. The music's screaming. My feet are flying. Everybody's laughing. And nobody's crying. Sneak suspicion. It drags me down. A nagging feeling. Going round. Hearts for sale. Going cheap. Hearts for sale. Lovers' leap. My belly's full. My glass is brimming. The women look so beautiful. And I feel like singing. The voice of conscience. The voice of reason. Is yacking in my plans. I call that treason. Hearts for sale. Going cheap. Hearts for sale. Blood runs deep. I'm losing my willpower. My blood's running cold. My body's on pause. My mind's stuck on hold. There ain't nothing I can do about it. Sneak suspicion. It drags me down. Nagging feeling. Going round. Hearts for sale. Going cheap. Hearts for sale. Blood runs deep. Hearts for sale. I don't need a doctor. I need a deputation. You don't want my loving. You can just take my resignation. I'm under the hammer. I'm a full time worker. I'm a real body slammer.