Live With Me

Live With Me (The Rolling Stones)

I got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes, and the meat I eat for dinnerm ust be hung up for a week

My best friend, he shoots water rats and feeds them to his geese Don'cha think there's a place for you, in between the sheets?

And there's a score of harebrained children They're all locked in the nursery They got earphone heads they got dirty necks They're so 20th century

Well they queue up for the bathroom, round about 7:35 Don'cha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive?

Whoa, the servants they're so helpful, dear The cook she is a whore Yes, the butler has a place for her Behind the pantry door

The maid, she's French, she's got no sense She's wild for Crazy Horse And when she strips, the chauffeur flips The footman's eyes get crossed

Don'cha think there's a place for us Right across the street Don'cha think there's a place for you, In between the sheets?