Из альбома: Exile on Main St.
Can you believe it? I've won more medals in this love game
I've been resting on my laurels; I'm a bad loser; I'm a yard off my pace
Mmmm I smell rubber and I soon discovered that you're gone for good
My indiscretions made a bad impression; Guess I was misunderstood
I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)
I started asking around but your friend's pretty lips were sealed
I wrote a letter full of trite confessions and my wounds that healed
I had some gossip; you've become an alcoholic, you're dryin' out
So I phoned every clinic in the yellow pages, not a place I found
I thought you needed my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
(You plundered my soul)
I hate quittin' but I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case
But on quiet reflection, my sad rejections not a total disgrace
But I do miss your quick repartee and the smile that lights up your face
You'll be a hard act to follow; A bitter pill to swallow
You'll be tough, you'll be tough to replace
I thought you wanted my loving, but it's my heart that you stole
You were the trick up my sleeve; My ace in the hole
I thought you wanted my money, but you plundered my soul
Oh
plundered my soul
Oh yeah!
(You plundered my soul)
You plundered my soul
Yeah! Yeah!
(You plundered my soul)