Stop Breaking Down

(álbum: Exile On Main St. - 1972)

Every time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty mama start breaking down on me

Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind

You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown
You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down

Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind

Alright
Alright

I love my baby ninety nine degrees
But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me

Stop breaking down, baby, please, stop breaking down
Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind

Every time I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty woman start breaking down on me

Stop breaking down, mama, please, stop breaking down
Shit is gonna bust your brains out, baby
I'm telling
It's gonna make you lose your mind

One more time