The Good Life - Friction

^Dmfri^Bbcti^Aon! ^Dmnig^Bbhtclubs, nightstalkers, fast women, fast talkers ^Glo^Aose lips, loose limbs, the lovely loveless ^Dmsun^Bbset to sunrise, black dresses, black eyes ^Gta^Angles of tangos, hot hands, hot thighs

^Fwh^Cy can I never get you' ^Bbthe^Cres a sea of bodies between us. ^FI ^Crecall the first time i saw you - ^Bbnot^C a dance hall - but a crowded bus. ^Apressed against the scent of stale sweat - ^Dmfri^Bbcti^Aon! ^Dmvam^Bbpires and witches steal bloody red kisses ^Gin^A go-go boots, itailin suits; they always dress to kill. ^Dmthe^Bby spin their umbrellas, they dance a tarantella.. ^Gbu^At im not here for them, I only come here to watch you. ^FI ^Cwant to make your acquaintance, ^Bbto ^Cescort - to be a gentleman. ^FI ^Cwant to rub up against you.. ^Bblik^Ce those scoundrels - like those wolves do. ^Athey run in packs in saabs and SUVS. ^Foh^C, these pounding dance clubs. ^Bbthi^Cs friction between us. ^Fho^Cw you throw your body, ^Bbits^C so moving.. but never toward me. ^Astill, I always seem to read between the beat. ^DmFri^Bbcti^Aon!