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...
...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...
Back to black. Playing with the darker songs and lyrics of the Stones is just more fun.
Probably the November blues (LOL).
'Dancing with Mr. D' is the opening track from the Stonesī album 'Goats Head Soup' (1973).
For others taking part in this novemberīs hunt:
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