Ride On, Baby - The Rolling Stones

A smile on your face

But not in your eyes

You’re looking through me You don’t feel it inside

Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby

Ride on, baby, ride on, baby

I could pick your face out in an FBI file

You may look pretty but I can’t say the same for your mind

Ah ah ah

You walk up to me

And try to look shy

The red round your eyes

Says that you ain’t a child

Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby

Ride on, baby, ride on, baby

Well I’ve seen your face in a trashy magazine

You know where you’re going but I don’t like the places

you’ve been

Ah ah ah

Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby

Ride on, baby, ride on, baby

I can pick your face out from the front or behind

You may look pretty but I can’t say the same for your mind

Ah ah ah

Laugh it a bit

Give it a try

If I’m not impressed

You can still cry

Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby

Ride on, baby, ride on, baby

By the time your thirty gonna look sixty-five

You won’t look pretty and your friends will have kissed you

goodbye

Ride on, baby

Ride on, baby…