The New Pornographers - Streets of fire

^ECome on come out of the^F#m rain You're not oppr^Eessed you're just too learned ^{A E}I took the book I lit the p^F#mage - your sabb^Eatical was burning ^A

^ASweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the str^Eeet let's sully every sta^F#mge ^{A B7 A}Lick my lips twist m^Ey 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 stag^F#me we meet ^{A B7 A}Lick my lips twist m^Ey hips but Contessa ^F#m I already did ^{A E F#m A B7}