Lyrics: Rolling Stones. Exile on Main St.. Stop Breaking Down.

Everytime I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty mama start breaking down on me
Stop breaking down, baby, please stop breaking down

Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby
Gonna make you lose your mind

You Saturday night women, now, you just ape and clown
You don't do nothing but tear my reputation down
Stop breaking down, mama, please stop breaking down

Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby
Yeah, it's gonna make you lose your mind
Alright, alright

I love my baby ninety nine degrees
But that mama got a pistol, laid it down on me
Stop breaking down, baby, please stop breaking down

Stuff is gonna bust you brains out, baby
Yeah, gonna make you lose your mind

Everytime I'm walking all down the street
Some pretty woman start breaking down on me
Stop breaking down, mama, please stop breaking down

Stuff is gonna bust your brains out, baby
Gonna make you lose your mind