In the morning
Don't say you love me
'Cause I'll only kick you out of the door
I know your name is Rita
'Cause your perfume smelling sweeter
Since when I saw you down on the floor, guitar
You won't need to much persuading
I don't mean to sound degrading
But with a face like that
You got nothing to laugh about
Red lips hair and fingernails
I hear your a mean old Jezebel
Let's go up stairs and read my tarot cards, c'mon
Yea I'll pay your cab fare home
You can even use my best cologne
Just don't be here in the morning when I wake up, c'mon honey
Sit down, get up, get down
The story is not too nice, but the lyrics are great.
They fit the song and the Rockin’ Blues delivery.
As though sung from a Bar room floor.
I doubt if Rod himself wrote them.
I can imagine Tina Turner singing a song like this one, maybe 40 years ago. Just a few lyric changes. She lived the life too, unfortunately.
Ike was very violent with Tina for many years.
Why she stayed with him, I couldn’t explain.
Her real character must have been the opposite of her bold and brassy stage presence.
I wonder if Stewart still performs one of his signature hits, "Every Picture Tells a Story" these days?
Can the Stones still sing "Brown Sugar"?