C       C
C       C
Am      F
C       C
Am      F

C
It’s hot as hell
F

The sun beats down
Am

While we’re waiting for gelato
F

in a brutal crowd
C

He makes you walk
F

Ten steps behind
Am

A shadow floating down the street,
F

just a pair of eyes

And they’re closed

C       C
Am      F


C

Can’t see the sweat
F

that’s on your skin
Am

While your husband looks through Gucci shades
F

Wears white linen
C                      F

What kind of God forbids you’re seen?
Am

Maybe it’s just a man
                        F

who thinks you’re property?

A                               F


I’ll never understand the way you live
C                               G

I want to ask about it and it isn’t innocent
A                               F

What keeps you covered up?
C

Some backwards superstition
G

or someone’s idea of love?
F

Or is it both at once?

C - E x4
A - F - G x3
F  - C