Plundered My Soul

(альбом: Exile On Main St. (Rarities Edition) - 2010)

Can you believe it
I've won no medals
In this love game
I've been resting on my laurels
I'm a bad loser
I'm a yard off my pace

I smell rubber
And I soon discover
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
(Plundered my soul)

I started asking around
But your friends'
Pretty lips were sealed
I wrote a letter
Full of trite confessions
About wounds that heal

I heard some gossip
You'd become an alcoholic
You were drying out
So I phoned every clinic
In the Yellow Pages
Not a trace 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
(Plundered my soul)

I hate quitting
But I'm close to admitting
I'm a sorry case
But on quiet reflection
My sad rejection's
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 a 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 (plundered my soul)
You plundered my soul
Yeah, yeah (you plundered my soul)
Oh, yes, yes, yes you, baby
(Plundered my soul)