The Rolling Stones
Come To The Ball
You look so statuesque
In your soft lip with dress
Out of silver, not gold
And the way, the way that you
Are bold
Oh, how
It's tawdry you know
But it's a dance in the corridor, cold
The paintings cover up the walls
Well, come to the dance
Come to the ball
Are you hungry?
I got plenty to eat
Something strange
That tastes bitter and sweet
It's gonna get cold
Before it gets warm
Come to the dance
Come to the ball
Can we be together?
Can it be forever?
Just our night
The big room ain't been
Stеpped in for years
But a soft song playing
Therе were no cheers
Big love at some of the shows
Well, come to the dance
Come to the ball
You wanna play games
Or you wanna talk?
It's gonna get cold
Before it gets warm
Come to the dance
Come to the ball
Come to the dance
You wanna play games
Or you wanna talk?
Come to the dance
Come to the ball
Come to the dance