The Rolling Stones - You Better Move On

You ask me to give up the hand of the girl I love 

You tell me I'm not the man she's worthy of 

But who are you to tell her who to love? 

That's up to her, yes, and the Lord above 

You better move on

Well I know you can buy her fancy clothes and diamond rings 

But I believe she's happy with me without those things 

Still you beg me to set her free 

But my friend, that will never be 

You better move on

Now I don't blame you for lovin' her 

But can't you understand? Man, she's my girl 

And I, I'm never never ever gonna let her go 

'Cause I, yeah, I love her so

Well I think you better go now, I'm gettin' mighty mad 

You ask me to give up the only love I've ever had 

Maybe I would, oh, but I love her so 

I'm never gonna let her go 

You better move on (you better move on)

Yeah, you better move on (you better move on)

Yeah, you better move on (you better move on)

Yeah, you better move on