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 B7
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street, let's sully every stage.
A            E                   F#m            A  B7          A  E  F#m  A  B7
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa, 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         A B7  (Pausa)
Lick my lips, twist my hips, but Contessa.....
              A  E  F#m  A B7
I already did.