Dancing With Mr. D Lyrics - Goats Head Soup - 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 hangin' right 'round his neck 

The palms of my hands is clammy and wet 

Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me 

Dancin' 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 fourty-four in West Virginia 

I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me 

Dancin' with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D. 

One night I was dancin' with a lady in black 

Wearin' black silk gloves and a black silk hat 

She looked at me longin' 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 dancin' with Mrs. D. 

Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', dancin', dancin' so free 

Dancin', dancin' 

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