Dancing with Mr.D lyrics

Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst

The air smells sweet, the air smells sick

He never smiles, his mouth merely twists

The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick

But I know his name, he's called Mr. D

And one of these days he's going to set you free

Human skulls is hanging right around his neck

The palms of my hands is clammy and weak

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me

Dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D

Will it be poison put in my glass

Will it be slow or will it be fast?

The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider

A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night

Hiding in a corner in New York City

Looking down a .44 in West Virginia

I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me

Dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D

One night I was dancing with a lady in black

Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat

She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes

She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise

I saw the flesh just fall off her bones

The eyes in her skull was burning like coals

Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone

I was dancing with mistress D

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, dancing, dancing so free

Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me

Dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D

• Artist:The Rolling Stones
• Album:Goats Head Soup (1973)