Come on, come out of the rain
You're not impressed, you're just too learned
I took the book, I light the page
Your sabbatical was burning

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fires in the street
Let's sully every stage
Lick my lips, 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, twist my hips
But contessa,
I already did

Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire in the street
Sweet sweet sweet sweet fire 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