Hearts For Sale

Hearts For Sale
My spirit is winging
My soul is free
I'm doing my drinking
In good company
The music's screaming
My feet are flying
And everybody's laughing
And nobody's crying
A sneak suspicion
It drags me down
A nagging feeling
Going round

A heart for sale
A going cheap
A heart for sale
Lovers' leap
My belly's full
My glass is brimming
The women look so beautiful
And I feel like singing
The voice of conscience
The voice of reason
Yacking in my plans, boy
I call that treason
A heart for sale
They're going cheap
A heart for sale
Blood runs deep
I'm losing my willpower
My blood's running cold
My body's on pause and
My mind's stuck on hold
And not much I can do about it
A sneak suspicion
It drags me down
A nagging feeling
I'm going round
Heart for sale
They're going cheap
A heart for sale
Blood runs deep
Heart for sale
I don't need no doctor (Heart for sale)
I need a deputation
I tell you, if you don't want my loving
You can just take my resignation (Heart for sale)
(Heart for sale)
(Heart for sale)
(Heart for sale)
It's under a hammer
I'm a full time worker, baby
I'm a real body slammer
En 'Hearts For Sale' de The Rolling Stones, la atmósfera rebosa libertad y alegría mientras la música retumba y el ritmo hace volar los pies de todos en la habitación...