| Dm | Bb | A | |
| fri | cti | on! |
| Dm | Bb | |
| nig | htclubs, nightstalkers, fast women, fast talkers |
| G | A | |
| lo | ose lips, loose limbs, the lovely loveless |
| Dm | Bb | |
| sun | set to sunrise, black dresses, black eyes |
| G | A | |
| ta | ngles of tangos, hot hands, hot thighs |
| F | C | |
| wh | y can I never get you? |
| Bb | C | |
| the | res 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 | |
| fri | cti | on! |
| Dm | Bb | |
| vam | pires and witches steal bloody red kisses |
| G | A | |
| in | go-go boots, itailin suits; they always dress to kill. |
| Dm | Bb | |
| the | y spin their umbrellas, they dance a tarantella.. |
| G | A | |
| bu | t 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 | |
| lik | e those scoundrels - like those wolves do. |
| A | |
| they run in packs in saabs and SUVS. |
| F | C | |
| oh | , these pounding dance clubs. |
| Bb | C | |
| thi | s friction between us. |
| F | C | |
| ho | w 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 | |
| Fri | cti | on! |