Text: The Rolling Stones. I Go Wild.
You whipped me
I'm hurting
Abused me
For certain
And slavery
Should not exist
Is this what I get
A poison kiss
Without you
I'm dead meat
I'm a raggedy dog
Dying in the streets
Of a god-forsaken
Shanty town
Where gangs of children
Are hunted down
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild and I go insane
I get sick - somebody stop this pain
You left me
I'm brain dead
I'm feeling nothing
Strapped to my bed
Tubes in my nose
Tubes in my arms
Shot full of holes
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild and act like a goat
And I get sick, lumps in my throat
I go wild
I go wild
I go crazy, I go insane
I get sick - somebody stop the pain
And the doctor says
You'll be okay
If you'd only
Stay away
From femme fatales
And dirty bitches
And daylight drabs
And nighttime witches
And working girls
And blue stockings
And dance hall babes
And body poppers
And waitresses with broken noses
Checkout girls striking poses
And politician's garish wives
With alcoholic cunts like knives
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild when you're in my face
And I'm entranced in a state of grace
I go wild when you treat me bad
I go wild, raving mad
I go wild for you
I go wild for you
I'm hurting
Abused me
For certain
And slavery
Should not exist
Is this what I get
A poison kiss
Without you
I'm dead meat
I'm a raggedy dog
Dying in the streets
Of a god-forsaken
Shanty town
Where gangs of children
Are hunted down
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild and I go insane
I get sick - somebody stop this pain
You left me
I'm brain dead
I'm feeling nothing
Strapped to my bed
Tubes in my nose
Tubes in my arms
Shot full of holes
I go wild when you're in my face
I go wild when I taste your taste
I go wild and act like a goat
And I get sick, lumps in my throat
I go wild
I go wild
I go crazy, I go insane
I get sick - somebody stop the pain
And the doctor says
You'll be okay
If you'd only
Stay away
From femme fatales
And dirty bitches
And daylight drabs
And nighttime witches
And working girls
And blue stockings
And dance hall babes
And body poppers
And waitresses with broken noses
Checkout girls striking poses
And politician's garish wives
With alcoholic cunts like knives
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild
I go wild when you're in my face
And I'm entranced in a state of grace
I go wild when you treat me bad
I go wild, raving mad
I go wild for you
I go wild for you
The Rolling Stones