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Rolling Stones Back Of My Hand

read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand

read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand

read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand

read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand

can read it like the back of my hand Well, read it like the back of my hand Oh yeah, wow yeah Wow yeah Read it like the back of my hand

I cross the road I follow the signs, then I fall on my nose Seek out my princess, speak on the phone Eventually I'm a treat her with a stone No regular

the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet on solid ground

time's tingling spines Attaching hands to floor The rosy-tinted flash The hot dog's getting cold And you'll never be as good as the Rolling Stones Watch

own boat like Aaliyah then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my