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Coughing, blues? : "gol, bret--don't me there!"
I'm gonna tell you who we are.

Well we're big singers
We got fingers
And we're loved we go
(that like us)

We about beauty
And we about truth
At ten million dollars a
(yeah, right!)

We take all pills
give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill we've known
Is the thrill it gets ya
When you get picture
On the cover of the stone

Rolling
I'm gonna see my on the cover

Gonna buy five for my mother

Gonna see my smiling
On the cover of the rolling

I got a freaky old lady named katie
Who embroiders on my
I got my poor old gray-haired
my limousine.

Now it's all to blow our minds,
But our minds really be blown
Like the blow that'll
When you get picture
On the cover of the rolling

Spoken: hey, I how!!!

beautiful!

We gotta lot of little
Blue-eyed
Who do we say
We got a genuine indian
teaching us a better way

We got all the that money can buy,
So we have to be alone
And we gettin' richer,
But we can't get our
On the of the rolling stone

I don't know why we on the cover, baby!
Ah beautiful fellas!
I ain't you man, we'd make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin'....beautiful!