E F#m E A
Come on, come out of the rain. You're not oppressed you're just too learned.
E F#m E A
I took the book, I lit the page. Your sabbatical was burning.
A E F#m A B7
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage.
A E F#m A B7 A E F#m A B7
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa, I already did.
E F#m E A
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Some things work but me I choose to lose my skin in the dirt.
E F#m E A
This whiskey priest he burned the church to keep his girls alive.
A E F#m A B7
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet.
A E F#m A B7 (Pausa)
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.....
A E F#m A B7
I already did
