| id0 |
304 |
| title |
Bitch |
| artist |
The Rolling Stones |
| year |
1971 |
| album |
Sticky fingers |
| playable |
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| title_artist |
bitch_therollingstones |
| transpose |
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| count |
3 |
| status0 |
0 |
| lastdate |
1754786140 |
| ip |
216.73.216.246/Mozilla/5.0 AppleWebKit/537.36 (KHTML, like Gecko; compatible; ClaudeBot/1.0; +claudebot@anthropic.com) |
| originalkey |
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I'm feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep
I'm feeling so stoned, oooh so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week
Feeling drunk, juiced up and sloppy Ain't touched a drink all night
Feeling hungry, can't see the reason Just had a horse meat pie
Yeah, when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog
Yeah, when you lay me out
My heart is beating louder than a big bass drum
You got to mix it, child,ya got to fix it It must be love, it's a bitch
You got to mix it, child,ya got to fix it It must be love, it's a bitch
Sometimes I'm sexy, move like a stud Kicking the stall all night
Sometimes I'm so shy, got to beworked on Don't have no bark or bite
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I'll tell you, yeah I feel alright now Got to be
Yeah, I feel alright now Yes I do Hey, hey...