Mick Jagger

Your friends will say
It's self defense
With no hope of recompense
And anyway it makes no sense
The way you hurt me baby
You always turn the other cheek
Always acted mild and meek
Ya always played me for a geek
The way you dressed to kill
Why don't just get a gun and shoot it
Why don't you just get a gun
Why don't you just get a gun
And shoot it through this heart of mine
Through this heart of mine
You tried to stretch me on the rack
I saw you laughing when I cracked
You broke my will you broke my back
On the wheel of uncertainty
You tried to push me to the edge
You wouldn't listen when I begged
Why don't you push me off the ledge
It's just torture baby