New Pornographers - Streets of fire

^ECome on, come out of th^F#me rain. You're not o^Eppressed you're just too learned. ^{A E}I took the book, I lit the ^F#mpage - your sab^Ebatical was burning. ^A

^ASweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the str^Eeet, let's sully every st^F#mage. ^{A B7 A}Lick my lips, twist ^Emy hips, but Contessa.... ^{F#m A} I a^B7lready did. ^{A E F#m A B7}

^ESome things work but me I choose t^F#mo lose my skin in the^E dirt. ^A This whiske^Ey priest he burned the c^F#mhurch to keep his girls alive. ^{E A}

^ASweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the stre^Eet, let's sully every sta^F#mge we meet. ^{A B7} A E F#m (stop) Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa..... I already did. ^{A E F#m A B7}