It's down to me
The difference in the clothes she wears
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ain't it the truth, babe?
Under my thumb
The scurvy dog who's just had her day
Under my thumb
A girl who has just changed her ways
It's down to me, yes it is
The way she does just what she's told
Down to me, the change has come
She's under my thumb
Ah, ah, say it's alright
Under my thumb
A siamese cat of a girl
Under my thumb
She's the sweetest, hmmm, pet in the world
It's down to me
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe
Yeah
It's down to me, oh yeah
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Yeah, it feels alright
Under my thumb
Her eyes are just kept to herself
Under my thumb, well I
I can still look at someone else
It's down to me, oh that's what I said
The way she talks when she's spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She's under my thumb
Say, it's alright.
Say it's all...
Say it's all...
Take it easy babe
Take it easy babe
Feels alright
Take it, take it easy babe
Could you explain why? That song was written decades before he met her. She was a toddler when that song came out.
I always thought that they were trying to sound Motowny. The marimbas are interesting.
Ping
Watching girls go passing by
It ain’t the latest thing
I’m just standing in a doorway
I’m just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls go passing by
The tales they tell of men
I’m not waiting on a lady
I’m just waiting on a friend
A smile relieves a heart that grieves
Remember what I said
I’m not waiting on a lady
I’m just waiting on a friend
I’m just waiting on a friend
Don’t need a whore
I don’t need no booze
Don’t need a virgin priest
But I need someone I can cry to
I need someone to protect
Making love and breaking hearts
It is a game for youth
But I’m not waiting on a lady
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKLVmBOOqVU
Do we really know why she committed suicide? If it was because her business was failing what difference does it make what Jagger sings?
Well, you know what? The whole BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY affair vis a vis THE VERVE really turned me off to Jagger. Could be maybe I’m way off base, but it seems like the common understanding is that he just screwed them to the wall, “... and for what? A little bit of money.” to quote Frances McDormand.
So let him stew in his own juices.
People make choices - they make good ones and they make bad ones - blaming their choices on someone else is really a cop out. If Jagger would not give up his cheating ways on her why bother with him - her death did fix the problem though - he literally can’t cheat on her anymore! Seems like a dumb choice to make! I feel sad for them both - sad that they have not found a relationship based on mutual respect and love and they did not have the courage to exclusively commit to that - all the money and fame in the world cannot buy that!
Those lyrics always sucked. If anything, they espouse the kind of emotion that leads to rape, not love.
Backstreet girl is about the same.
I hope he performs it in a joint live session with ZZ Top. I have to lose a song because she did that? Is she so clean that the world needs to lose a song in her honor? Please,,,
Great song, actually. Like Sundown and Every Breath You Take, true poetic expressions of male anger. I’m interested in the male point of view when it comes to women - the good and the bad.
She committed suicide because she was in huge debt. You might be surprised how being in debt can cause suicidal feelings. Poor lady but Under My Thumb had nothing to do with it.
Never cared much for “Under My Thumb.” I liked their bluesy stuff. I found a karaoke version of “The Spider and the Fly” and people love it, especially - surprisingly - the women, since it’s a song about infidelity.
Ridiculous.
Good lord the sanctimony in this thread
Roar gals roar.
Oh well, can’t say Mick didn’t warn her...
I got nasty habits, I take tea at three
The meat I eat for dinner must be hung up for a week
My best friend, he shoots water rats and feeds them to his geese
Don’t you think there’s a place for you in between the sheets?
Come on now, baby
We can build a home for three
Come on now, baby
Don’t you wanna live with me?
A score of harebrained children they’re locked in the nursery
They got earphone heads they got dirty necks they’re so 20th century
They queue up for the bathroom ‘round about 7:35
Don’t you think we need a woman’s touch to make it come alive?
You’d look good pram
Pushing down the high street
Come on now, honey
Don’t you wanna live with me?
The servants they’re so helpfull now, the cook she is a whore
The butler has a place for her behind the pantry door
The maid, she’s French, she’s got no sense, she was found at the Crazy Horse
And when she strips, the chauffeur flips, the footman’s eyes get crossed
And don’t you think there’s a place for us
Right across the street
Don’t you think there’s a place for you
In between the sheets?
Yeah, come on now, baby
We can build a home for three
Come on now, baby
Don’t you wanna live with me?
The music and lyrics are just Rock and Roll and are misogynist in many cases. Big deal.
I saw The Stones in New Orleans in 1981, and they opened with this song.
Get a life. It’s a freakin’ song.