Rolling Stones

When your mouth is as big as the Rolling Stones

And your self-control, relative unknown

And you can cut holes into everyone

Or you can just shoot hoops through the summer sun

I know you paid for the room with a view

But got one that pointed at you

So when you skip to the front of the queue

You can tell them that this one's for you

Yeah, tell them that this one's for you

I know people think your mind is a ski resort

But the art of deception is a contact sport

So if you wanna make amends then you make a list

You don't draw blanks on the back of your fist

In the restaurant at the top of an ivory tower

Where the ropes stop turning just to save our power

But if you ask her politely you know

That I can't get my knife up at first

Then the world might revolve around her's

Yeah, the world should revolve around her's

And if there's no reservation for two

But the hostess is someone you knew

Then skip to the front of the queue

And tell them that this one's for you

Go tell them that this one's for you

But when I float to the top I tried a lucky guess

But I only go fishing for negative press

Cause I've been to the bottom and the bottom is free

But the easy way out ain't tailor-made

And I've been to the bottom with you

But we just do what we want to do

So let's skip to the front of the queue

And tell them that this one's for you

We'll tell them that this one's for you