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- Jagger/Richard Grabbed hold of your coat tail but it come off in my hand, I reached for your lapel but it weren't sewn on so grand. Begged, promised anything if only you would stay, well, I lost a lot of love over you. Fel down to my knees and I hung onto your pants, but you just kept on runnin' while they ripped off in my hands. Di'mond rings, vaseline, you give me disease, well, I lost a lot of lover over you.