(m. jagger/k. richards) Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm And i'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. Bit off more than i can chew and i knew what it was leading to, Some things, well, i can't refuse, One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. She delivers right on time, i can't resist a corny line, But take the shine right off you shoes, Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. Oo... In the bar you're getting drunk, i ain't in love, i ain't in luck. Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight. Maybe your friends think i'm just a stranger, Some face you'll never see no more. Let it all come down tonight. Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.