Come on, come out of the rain.
You're not impressed, you're just too learned.
And I took the book, I lit the page.
Your sabbatical was burning.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street,
Let's sully every stage.
Lick my lips and twist my hips,
But contessa, I already did.
Some things work, but me, I choose to lose my skin in the dirt.
This whiskey priest, he burned the church to keep his girls alive.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street,
Let's sully every stage we meet.
Lick my lips and twist my hips,
But contessa, I already did
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
