Dancing with Mr. D (Live 1973) The Rolling Stones

[Verse 1]
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
And one of these days he's going to set you free
A human skull is hanging right around his neck
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 hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah!

[Verse 2]
Will it be poison put in my glass?
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

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