Rolling Stones Follow

Can you believe it? I've won more medals in this love game*
I've been resting on my laurels; I'm a bad loser; I'm a yard off my pace
Mmmm I smell rubber and I soon discovered that you're gone for good
My indiscretions made a bad impression; Guess I was misunderstood

I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)

I started asking around but your friend's pretty lips were sealed
I wrote a letter full of trite confessions and my wounds that healed
I had some gossip; you've become an alcoholic, you're dryin' out
So I phoned every clinic in the yellow pages, not a place I found

I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)

I hate quittin' but I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case
But on quiet reflection, my sad rejections not a total disgrace
But I do miss your quick repartee and the smile that lights up your face
You'll be a hard act to follow; A bitter pill to swallow
You'll be tough, you'll be tough to replace

I thought you wanted my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
You were the trick up my sleeve; My ace in the hole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
Oh' plundered my soul
Oh yeah!
(You plundered my soul)
You plundered my soul
Yeah! Yeah!
(You plundered my soul)

Can you believe it? I've won more medals in this love game*
I've been resting on my laurels; I'm a bad loser; I'm a yard off my pace
Mmmm I smell rubber and I soon discovered that you're gone for good