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The Rolling Stones Don T Wanna Go Home

We don't want to go home We don't want to go home We don't want to go home We don't want to go home Never want to be alone We don't want to go home Keep

We don't want to go home We don't want to go home We don't want to go home We don't want to go home Never want to be alone We don't want to go home Keep

up) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Take it to the floor) Stop, pop, don't drop Pour me a little (Put your glass up) Don't wanna see red now

as payola The rock 'n' roll scene died after two years of solid rock And you got discs like ah "Take good care of my baby, Please don't ever make her

Don't know what it means, but I say it anyhow {Wilma, I'm home! Start serving dinner And don't spare the [Incomprehensible] Oh, no no no! Don't Dino, don

all the credit I bet it didn't even occur That we would eventually meet with ya, kid Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy And I don't wanna say

all the credit I bet it didn't even occur That we would eventually meet with ya, kid Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy And I don't wanna say

get respect You don't have to look no farther You dealin' with the whole enchilada You don't have to look no farther You hotter than a fire starter Don't

supposed to go Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go Workin' since ninety-fo', I'm supposed to blow Blow on the dice, before I roll a ten-to-fo' Rollin