The Kills - Siberian nights

^AmI could whip you up like c^Gream ^FI could drink your seven s^Emeas ^AmIs that too cl^Gose for com^Ffort? ^{Em Am}I could make you come in thre^Ges ^FI’m half way to my kn^Emees ^AmAm I too clo^Gse for c^Fomfort? ^Em

For the ty^Amrants in a rut, I got a l^Gove For the gu^Ftless dogs, I got a lo^Emve For the do^Amomed y^Gouth, I got a lo^Fve ^Em

^AmWon’t you tell me ^Gplease Why they got no love for ^Fme^{Em Am}Won’t you tell me p^Glease Why they show no lo^Fve for me^Em

^AmI’ll be charging through your dr^Geams ^FRiding bare chest silver st^Emeed ^AmAm I too cl^Gose to the ^Fbone?^Em

^AmShake a little hup two th^Gree ^FI’m Jesus, rip my jeans^{Em Am}Am I too c^Glose for co^Fmfort? ^{Em Am}For the millionth time, I got a l^Gove ^FFor the blue eyed boys, I got a l^Emove ^AmFor the cruel^G youth, I got a lo^Fve ^Em

^AmWon’t you tell me ^Gplease Why they got no love for ^Fme^{Em Am}Won’t you tell me p^Glease Why they show no lo^Fve for me^Em

^AmWon’t you help me g^Get through these Sib^Ferian ^Emnights? ^AmWon’t you help me get throu^Ggh these Sib^Ferian nigh^Emts? ^AmYou know it’s h^Gard for me to be^F alone^{Em Am}Tomorrow we’ll go ^Gback to our side^Fs ^{Em Am}But tonight I need some ^Gwarmth^{F Em}