Rolling Stones

When your mouth is as big as the Rolling Stones
And your self-control, relative unknown
And you can cut holes into everyone
Or you can just shoot hoops through the summer sun.

I know you paid for the room with a view
But got one that pointed at you
So when you skip to the front of the queue
You can tell them that this one's for you
Yeah, tell them that this one's for you.

I know people think your mind is a ski resort
But the art of deception is a contact sport
So if you wanna make amends then you make a list
You don't draw blanks on the back of your fist.

In the restaurant at the top of an ivory tower
Where the ropes stop turning just to save our power
But if you ask her politely you know
That I can't get my knife up at first
Then the world might revolve around her's
Yeah, the world should revolve around her's.

And if there's no reservation for two
But the hostess is someone you knew
Then skip to the front of the queue
And tell them that this one's for you
Go tell them that this one's for you.

But when I float to the top I tried a lucky guess
But I only go fishing for negative press
Cause I've been to the bottom and the bottom is free
But the easy way out ain't tailor-made
And I've been to the bottom with you
But we just do what we want to do
So let's skip to the front of the queue
And tell them that this one's for you
We'll tell them that this one's for you.