Come on, come out of the rain You're not oppressed you're just too learned I took the book, I lit the page - your sabbatical was burning
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage Lick my lips, twist my hips, but ContessaI 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 fire in the street, let's sully every stage we meet Lick my lips, twist my hips, but ContessaI already did
(Refrain til it fades out)