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Friction
The Good Life
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Dm Bb A
friction!
Dm Bb
nightclubs, nightstalkers, fast women, fast talkers
G A
loose lips, loose limbs, the lovely loveless
Dm Bb
sunset to sunrise, black dresses, black eyes
G A
tangles of tangos, hot hands, hot thighs
F C
why can I never get you?
Bb C
theres a sea of bodies between us.
F C
I recall the first time i saw you -
Bb C
not a dance hall - but a crowded bus.
A
pressed against the scent of stale sweat -
Dm Bb A
friction!
Dm Bb
vampires and witches steal bloody red kisses
G A
in go-go boots, itailin suits; they always dress to kill.
Dm Bb
they spin their umbrellas, they dance a tarantella..
G A
but im not here for them, I only come here to watch you.
F C
I want to make your acquaintance,
Bb C
to escort - to be a gentleman.
F C
I want to rub up against you..
Bb C
like those scoundrels - like those wolves do.
A
they run in packs in saabs and SUVS.
F C
oh, these pounding dance clubs.
Bb C
this friction between us.
F C
how you throw your body,
Bb C
its so moving.. but never toward me.
A
still, I always seem to read between the beat.
Dm Bb A
Friction!
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