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.