Artist: The Rolling Stones Album: Exile On Main Street (1972) Track: 14 Who's that woman on your arm all dressed up to do you harm And I'm hip to what she'll do, give her just about a month or two. Bit off more than I can chew and I knew what it was leading to, Some things, well, I can't refuse, One of them, one of them the bedroom blues. She delivers right on time, I can't resist a corny line, But take the shine right off you shoes, Carryin', carryin' the bedroom blues. Oo... In the bar you're getting drunk, I ain't in love, I ain't in luck. Hide the switch and shut the light, let it all come down tonight. Maybe your friends think I'm just a stranger, Some face you'll never see no more. Let it all come down tonight. Keep those tears hid out of sight, let it loose, let it all come down.