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 Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.... B7 A E F#m A B7 I already did. E F#m E A 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 (stop) Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa..... A E F#m A B7 I already did.