Текст песни Rum Rage - Sticky Fingers

It takes a beaten up animal to put 'em all away
Rushing me around andd a-sending me astray
Don't you lie to me, yes we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

Packing up my suitcase, 'cause I'm going far away
I'm going to a place where the credit cards
Don't decline on me, yes we finally
Got a handle on the doors we open and shut

She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me, in my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine

We're remotely secluded in this far away place
Heading to a land where everything is okay
Don't think suddenly that you and me
Got a handle on the doors that we open and close

Can you take a little time, ego balance your ways?
'Cause everything we do and put it on display
Maybe you and me are a little the same
So what do you think of what we've made?

She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me, in my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine