pick up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too
my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much Baby
gotta pick up my passports And I've gotta get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way
up my passports And I've got to get my stuff 'Cause I'm losing my touch Just losing my touch, baby, baby, baby I'm losing my touch way, way too much
Tradução: Rolling Stones. Perder mi tacto.
Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch
birds, with about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta at camp Ay, my one's and my
, love, I only lie to my girl I lust for the riches, what a treat this is The Lord is dealin' with my demons and my weaknesses God, forgive, lose it
you don't eat So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet And my pop, was a rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own
up Feelin my highs and my lows In my soul, and my goals Just to stop smoking and stop drinkin But I been thinkin I got my reasons Just to get (by), just
