Rolling Stones Losing My Touch
Ain’t it funny how things happen Just as we think we got it all straight Everything seems to be moving forward But instead we just sit around and wait Seems things are in a lock down Nervous looks all around Everyone is speaking in whispers No one wants to make a sound I’m losing my touch Losing my touch. Losing my touch, baby, Way to much, baby, Get me out of here. Should be clear. Keep an eye out, On your front door, baby Ill be slipping in round the back Just need a little cab fare And then ill let you hit the sack Cuz, I’m losing my touch. Losing my touch. Yes, I’m losing my touch Way too much. Baby, get me out of here… Should be clear. Ain’t gonna keep you long baby But just long, long enough Gotta pick up my passports And I’ve gotta get my stuff Cuz, I’m losing my touch. Losing my touch Baby I’m losing my touch Way, way too much Baby, get me out of here… Well it must be clear Losing my touch, Yes, I’m losing my touch Yes, I’m losing my touch Way too much Baby, get me out of here
