Dancing With Mr D (Glyn Johns 1973 Mix) The Rolling Stones

[Intro]
Get dirty
Oh, get dirty

[Verse 1]
Well,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
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

[Chorus]
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Lord
Well ?

[Verse 2]
Will it be poison put in my glass?
Or 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
Looking down a .44 in West Virginia?