Beast of Burden

I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it's a-hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me

I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is (for) you to make love to me (yeah)

Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see

I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio, come on, baby, make sweet love with me, yeah

Oh little sister

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girls

You're a pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on, baby, please, please, please

I'll tell you

You can put me out on the street
Put me out with no shoes on my feet
But put me out, put me out, put me out of misery, hey

All your sickness, I can suck it up
Throw it all at me, I can shrug it off
There's one thing, baby, I don't understand
You keep on telling me I ain't your kind of man

Ain't I rough enough?
Ain't I tough enough?
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough? Ooh please

I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never be

I don't need no beast of burden
I need no fussing, I need no nursing
Never, never, never, never, never need

Mick Jagger & Keith Richards, 1977