The New Pornographers Streets of Fire

Come on, come out of the rain,
you're not impressed with just too learning.
I took the book, I looked up page,
your sabbatical was burning.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street,
lets sully every stage.
Lick my lips and twist my hips,
but Contessa, I already did.

Some things work, but me
I choose to loose my skin in the dirt.
This whiskey preist he burned the church
to keep his girls alive.

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street,
lets 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.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.
Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet fires in the street.