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Yeah, down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days he's going to set you free
Human skulls is hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D
And will it be poison put in my glass?
And will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D, with Mr. D., with Mr. D
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D. (with Mr. D.)
One night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancing with mistress D
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free, oh
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
With dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days he's going to set you free
Human skulls is hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D
And will it be poison put in my glass?
And will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D, with Mr. D., with Mr. D
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D. (with Mr. D.)
One night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancing with mistress D
Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free, oh
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
With dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
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Dancing With Mr. D Lyrics as written by Mick Jagger Keith Richards
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Yes. Mr. D is death, in this context.
Mr. D.....David Bowie
Mistress D.....Angela Bowie
@jbalan lol love this comment!!
Obviously death, I don't understand where you get the drugs or Davids och dicks from?
this seems like a song about masturbation, Mr. D?
Haha--good one. Knowing Jagger it certainly could be about masturbation. More likely it's him still trying to make people wonder if he's a demon.
I think this song is about the Devil (Mr. D) and death. Possibly inspired by the Stones involvement in voodoo and black magic. Once the character in the song dies he feels he'll be with Mr/Mistress D. and dancing free.
Supposed t be a sequel to S.F.T.D, but taken less seriously.
Dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight
neat thought JBALAN , but wouldn't it be Mistress B not Mr. d or Mistress d?
another stab at the occult. . . . After sympathy it all comes up lame, but actually a whale of a sound.
the production of G Soup is poor. If they took the tapes and redid the album it would shine with all the great stones work of the era
i think its about drugs.
"Mister D" sounds like a street name for a drug...like dopamine or Depakote.
but most likely just about the Devil.
@THe_Atomic_Punk I believe Dopamine is a naturally occuring chemical in the brain, alongside Seratonin.
@irishman44 oh my goodness, so I posted this comment seven years ago when I was much younger. HA. You are correct- dopamine is the chemical in the brain that produces happiness. Drugs can trigger dopamine to flood the brain, producing euphoria and sometimes leading to addiction. Thank goodness I've taken a lot more classes in psychology since then- how funny I thought it was a street drug. Thanks for commenting back and bringing back this funny memory :)
@THe_Atomic_Punk Time truely flies doesn't it yo.