The Rolling Stones - Fingerprint File

Fingerprint file, you get me down You keep me running Know my way around. Yes, you do, child Fingerprint file, you bring me down Keep me running You keep me on the ground Know my moves Way ahead of time Listening to me On your satellite Feeling followed Feeling tagged Crossing water Trying to wipe my tracks And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down You better watch out On your telephone Wrong number They know you ain't home And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down Who's the man on the corner; that corner over there I don't know. Well, you better lay low. Watch out Keep on the look out Electric eyes Rats on the sell out Who gonna testify You know my habits Way a head of time Listening to me On your satellite And there's some little jerk in the FBI A keepin' papers on me six feet high It gets me down, it gets me down, it gets me down It gets me down Hello, baby, mm-hmm Ah, yeah, you know we ain't, we ain't talkin' alone Who's listening? Well I don't really know But you better tell the SIS to keep out of sight 'Cause I know they takin' pictures on the ultraviolet light Yes, uh huh, yeah, but these days it's all secrecy; no privacy Shoot first, that' s right... you know Bye bye. Right now somebody is listening to...... you Keeping their eyes peeled...... on you Mmm, mmm, what a price, what a price to pay All right. Good night, sleep tight