
You Can’t Always Get What You Want Def Leppard (Ft. Hothouse Flowers)
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I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
As at her feet was a footloose man
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
You just might find
You'll get what you need
I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing "we're gonna vent our frustrations"
"And if we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
Well, you just might find
You'll get what you need
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mister Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, was cherry red
I sung my song to Mister Jimmy
And he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
As at her feet was a footloose man
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
You just might find
You'll get what you need
I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singing "we're gonna vent our frustrations"
"And if we don't we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse"
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes
Well, you just might find
You'll get what you need
I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standing in line with Mister Jimmy
And man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, was cherry red
I sung my song to Mister Jimmy
And he said one word to me, and that was "dead"
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