「FINGERPRINT FILE」の歌詞 The Rolling Stones
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Fingerprint file
You get me down
You keep me running, know my way around
Yes you do child
Fingerprint file you get me
Keep me on the ground
Know my moves way ahead of time
Listening to me on yer satelite
Feeling followed, feeling tagged
Crossing water, trying to wipe my tracks
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Keepin' papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
You better watch out on your telephone
Wrong number - they know you ain't home
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Getting papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
Who's the man on the corner
Not that corner over there
I don't know
Well you better lay low
Keep on look out electric eyes
Rats on the sell-out who gonna testify
You know my habits way ahead of time
Listening to me on your satelite
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Getting papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
Hallo baby
Mm - mm
Ah, yeah you know we ain't talkin' alone
Who's listening
But I don't really know
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight
'Cause I know they takin' pictures
on the ultraviolet light
Yes
Aah but these days it's all secrecy not privacy
Shoot first, that's right, ... you know
Bye bye
Who's listening
Right now, somebody is listening to you
Keeping their eyes peeled on you
Mmmh mmmh what a price, what a price to pay
All right
Good night, sleep tight
You get me down
You keep me running, know my way around
Yes you do child
Fingerprint file you get me
Keep me on the ground
Know my moves way ahead of time
Listening to me on yer satelite
Feeling followed, feeling tagged
Crossing water, trying to wipe my tracks
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Keepin' papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
You better watch out on your telephone
Wrong number - they know you ain't home
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Getting papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
Who's the man on the corner
Not that corner over there
I don't know
Well you better lay low
Keep on look out electric eyes
Rats on the sell-out who gonna testify
You know my habits way ahead of time
Listening to me on your satelite
And there's some little jerk in the FBI
Getting papers on me six feet high
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
It gets me down
Hallo baby
Mm - mm
Ah, yeah you know we ain't talkin' alone
Who's listening
But I don't really know
But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight
'Cause I know they takin' pictures
on the ultraviolet light
Yes
Aah but these days it's all secrecy not privacy
Shoot first, that's right, ... you know
Bye bye
Who's listening
Right now, somebody is listening to you
Keeping their eyes peeled on you
Mmmh mmmh what a price, what a price to pay
All right
Good night, sleep tight