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(by Rolling Stones) I've got nasty habits, I take tea at three Yes and the meat I eat for dinner must be hung up for a week My best friend he shoots water rats and feeds them to his geese Dontcha think there's a place for you in between the sheets Come on now honey, we can build a home for three Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me And there's a score of hare-brained children, they are a-locked in the nursery They got earphone heads, they got dirty necks, they're so twentieth century Well they queue up for the bathroom round about seven thirty-five But dontcha think we need a woman's touch to make it come alive You'd look good pram pushing down the High Street Come on now honey, don't you want to live with me Oh the servants they're so helpful dear, the cook she is a whore Yes the butler has a place for her behind the pantry door The maid she's French, she's got no sense, she's from the Crazy Horse And when she strips, the chauffeur flips, the footman's eyes get crossed Dontcha think there's a place for us right across the street Dontcha think there's a place for you in between the sheets From Letras Mania