The Rolling Stones — Claudine

Now Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again She only does it at weekends, Claudine Now only Spider knows for sure But he ain't talkin' about it any more Is he, Claudine? There was blood in the chalet And blood in the snow She washed her hands of the whole damn show Claudine She shot him once right through the head She shot him twice right through the chest The judge ruled it was an accident, Claudine Accidents will happen And Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Yeah Claudine, Claudine Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Poor Claudine Poor Claudine Poor, poor, poor Claudine Now I threaten my wife no with a gun But I always leave the safety on I recommend it, Claudine Yeah She pistol whipped me once or twice Never ever tried to take my life What do you think about that, Claudine? Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again She always done it, at it again Claudine Go, Claudine Go, Claudine Go, Claudine Woo hoo What about the children, Claudine? No more children You're the prettiest girl I ever seen I want to see you on the movie screen I hope you never try to make a sacrifice of me, Claudine Nah ah Don't get, don't get trigger happy with me, Claudine Itchy fingers Yeah, Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Yeah, Claudine's back in jail again Claudine's back in jail again, Claudine Woo hoo Claudine