Out Of Control
Mick Jagger's rather skinny
And although I'll never
Make a saint of him,
I'd like to see him grow up.
His shiny silver jacket
Doesn't impress me tonight
And his pouting
As he cries, "I'm out of control!"
Bothers me for an unknown reason
And as I watch him sing
I think to myself
Yes. He is. Out of control.
But only during the chorus
He's getting a lot of anger out
I wish I could do that.
(March 13, 1998)
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