Lyrics:

(M. JaggerK. Richards) My spirit is winging My soul is free I'm doing my drinking In good company The music's screaming My feet are flying Everybody's laughing And nobody's crying Sneak suspicion It drags me down A nagging feeling Going round Hearts for sale Going cheap Hearts for sale Lovers' leap My belly's full My glass is brimming The women look so beautiful And I feel like singing The voice of conscience The voice of reason Is yacking in my plans I call that treason Hearts for sale Going cheap Hearts for sale Blood runs deep I'm losing my willpower My blood's running cold My body's on pause My mind's stuck on hold There ain't nothing I can do about it Sneak suspicion It drags me down Nagging feeling Going round Hearts for sale Going cheap Hearts for sale Blood runs deep Hearts for sale I don't need a doctor I need a deputation You don't want my loving You can just take my resignation I'm under the hammer I'm a full time worker I'm a real body slammer