Dancing With Mr. D
Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards
Performer(s): The Rolling Stones



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 gonna set you free
Human skulls is hanging
Right round 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 hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
With Mr. D
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
Hiding in a corner
In New York City
Lookin' down a forty-four
In West Virginia

Lord
I was dancing
Dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing, Lord
Keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
With Mr. D
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 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 Mrs. D

Lord
I was dancing
Dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing
Dancing
Dancing so free
Dancing
Dancing...