I was just a kid back when tapes were put in slow
Back when my uncles cancer let me know...
that dull aching pain can sing pretty...and pretty can cry
when Jagger whispered truths even a 4 year old girl
couldn't deny
From wild horses to tattoo you
I learned what the broken boys do
Oh, the rolling stones
I am forever bound to you....
childhood living was easy to do with you around
my voice was laced with micks magic....
Im all very real you see...and up my sleeves
nothing but a good heart, no cheap trick

Wild horses...running inside me
******* heart beats like a drum
raised by riffs so I ain't ever numb
The songs were my uncles gifts to me
Now those wild horses tear through my heart and
I truly see

start me up was more than a spark
It lit up the corners of my dark
Yeah, I grew up to Tattoo You
Rolling Stone blooded and always true
If you listen close you’ll see
Those wild horses still run free
in me