Late one Saturday evening
Or was it Sunday morning
She came creeping up from out of the night

She said, it was the music
That drew her body to it
The misty sound of the Rolling Stones

Your just a real, real cliche
A little hypocritical nowadays
I'm just a little tired of it
But I still love you despite all this

Step outside your gilded cage
Let your senses become uncaged
See the world as it really is
Your just a step away from happiness

Your just a real, real cliche
A little hypocritical nowadays
I'm just a little tired of it
But I still love you despite all this

Back in the moonlight
We started to kiss
I could feel the heat from your lips
I forgot why I told you all this

Your just a real, real cliche
A little hypocritical nowadays
I'm just a little tired of it
But I still love you despite all this

Your just a real, real cliche
A little hypocritical nowadays
I'm just a little tired of it
But I still love you despite all this