Jagger ’67 - Infadels

I know you’ve found

Something in me

And I can see that thing in you

Why don’t we take it

All the way

And let’s get out of here today

I use my eye like the radio

Tuned in lead out

And everywhere my pimp shoees go

I’m effective, irrespective

I go out dancing in the

East end

Looking for targets

Out of sight

A rhythm queen dancing

Burlesque

Selling white lies in

A strobe light

I, I want you

With your twisted hair

And your lip-ring stare

I want you

She take me down to the cubicle

To slide through water

On the floor

And everytime that the

Door bang she says

«Give me one more

Give me one more»

We make the sound

Of the satellite

Breaking through gravity

I am Jagger '67

I’m affected, you’re selected

I, I want you

With your twisted hair

And your lip-ring stare

I want you

I want you

In your perspex skirt

And your white fake fur

You glimmer nerve

(Repeat intro x2)