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Teksty: Rolling Stones. All The Way Down.

I was twenty one, naive
Not cynical, I try to please
Her wit, her speech, her repartee
Impressed me almost instantly

She went all the way
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way

She showed me sex a hundred ways
And how she pimped and how she paid
And all the daughters, all the sons
All were welcome, all would come

We went all the way
All the way down
We went all the way, all the way

I was king, Mr. Cool
Just a snobby little fool
Like kids are now

Dreamed of reaching greater heights
I raved about it every night
Cheap talk

She went all the way, all the way
All the way down, yeah
She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down

She's there when I close my eyes
There when I close my eyes
She's there when I close my eyes
There when I close my eyes

How the years rush on by
Birthdays, kids and suicides
But still I play the fool and strut
Still you're a slut, help me

She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down

She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down

She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down

No no no, no no no, no, no no

You give me back that time right now
I can see it if I close my eyes
Was every minute just a waste?
Was every hour a foolish chase?
No, I don't believe, you said to me

All the way, all the way
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way
All the way down

She went all the way, all the way
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way
All the way, all the way

She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down

She went all the way
All the way, all the way
All the way down