G C G C You think you've got me in your chainsG C G C Control me with your devious painG C You think your love is so divineG C You pour it out like it was heaven-scented wineG C You think your love is all I craveG C Well I've got better things to do than be your slaveF Bb When you first asked me, I heard those violinsC F Bb C You quickly pulled the pin, you had no hesitation There is a rose that bears your name The bloom's short-lived, it's such a shame You think your love is so divine You think I'll drink it like it's heaven-scented wine You think your love is all I crave You say I'll worship you till I'm in my grave So when love passed the ball, you play winner takes it all Act like it's a carnival, some mad configuration I’m like a two-way street, you live to lie and cheat I'm voting with my feet, who needs this aggravation I'm headed for the door, never see you anymore I'll be on some distant shore, way out of circulation No tears will pass my eye, no memory will make me cry So long, adios, goodbye, I'm off your reservation
So Divine Aladdin Story
The Rolling Stones
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