Streets Of Fire

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   
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage.
   B7

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    
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet.
        B7

A                   E                               F#m   (stop)
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.....
                     A  E  F#m     A  B7
I already did.