(M. Jagger/K. Richards). . In the winter when the cold comes. And the wind blows with a scornful spite. And the hard ground feels barren. And the forest is deathly quiet.
Did you ever feel the pain. that he felt upon the cross?. Did you ever feel the knife. tearing flesh that's oh so soft?. . Did you ever touch the night?.
Now write this down. . I'll never be your beast of burden. My back is broad but it's hurtin'. All I want is for you to make love to me. . I'll never be your beast of burden.