Nhạc sĩ: Mick Jagger, Keith Richards
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
I think I've had enough, you know religion is tough, it's a state of mind, I don't need to be a saint, I don't need to be a saint, I don't need to be a saint, I don't need to Send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me But you can't travel, I can take the Mule train, I can take the Aeroplane, send it to me And I'm beggin' you, beggin' you, beggin' you, down on my knees And I'm beggin' you, beggin' you, beggin' you, down on my knees You, you, you can't send it, send it, send it, send it to me, send it, oh, send it to me Send it, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me Yeah, I'm sendin' a letter to my sister in the state, Sister Marie If you got no doctor, don't send the gun, Lord, that needs my lovin', send it to me Send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me She won't have to wash her sweat, she won't have to relocate, I guarantee her personal security She don't have to be the 5'10 or Armando Brunette, she don't have to be no social hostess Send her to Mayweather's in the factory, right next door to me, in my fantasy Send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me She could be Romanian, she could be Bavarian, she could be Albanian She could be Hungarian, she might be Ukrainian, she could be Australian, she could be the alien Send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me, send it to me If you got no doctor, don't send the gun, Lord, that needs my lovin', send it to me
