The Rolling Stones
Get Yer Ya-Ya’s Out!
Oh, baby
Oh
You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love
You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of
But who are you to tell her who to love?
That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above
You better move on
Well, you better move on
Oh, yeah baby
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Oh, yeah
You've got to go
You've got to go
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You've got to go