Besedila: The Rolling Stones. Otras Canciones. Plundered My Soul.

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Can you believe it? I've won more medals in this love game
I?ve been resting on my laurels; I?m a bad loser; I?m a yard off my pace
Mmmm I smell rubber and I soon discovered that you?re gone for good
My indiscretions made a bad impression; Guess I was misunderstood

I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)

I started asking around but your friend's pretty lips were sealed
I wrote a letter full of trite confessions and my wounds that healed
I had some gossip; you've become an alcoholic, you?re dryin? out
So I phoned every clinic in the yellow pages, not a place I found

I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)

I hate quittin? but I?m close to admittin? I?m a sorry case
But on quiet reflection, my sad rejections not a total disgrace
But I do miss your quick repartee and the smile that lights up your face
You'll be a hard act to follow; A bitter pill to swallow
You?ll be tough, you?ll be tough to replace

I thought you wanted my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
You were the trick up my sleeve; My ace in the hole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
Oh? plundered my soul
Oh yeah!
(You plundered my soul)
You plundered my soul
Yeah! Yeah!
(You plundered my soul)