Friction Good Life
[Dm]nig[Bb]htclubs, nightstalkers, fast women, fast talkers
[G]lo[A]ose lips, loose limbs, the lovely loveless
[Dm]sun[Bb]set to sunrise, black dresses, black eyes
[G]ta[A]ngles of tangos, hot hands, hot thighs
[F]wh[C]y can I never get you?
[Bb]the[C]res a sea of bodies between us.
[F]I [C]recall the first time i saw you -
[Bb]not[C] a dance hall - but a crowded bus.
[A]pressed against the scent of stale sweat -
[Dm]vam[Bb]pires and witches steal bloody red kisses
[G]in[A] go-go boots, itailin suits; they always dress to kill.
[Dm]the[Bb]y spin their umbrellas, they dance a tarantella..
[G]bu[A]t im not here for them, I only come here to watch you.
[F]I [C]want to make your acquaintance,
[Bb]to [C]escort - to be a gentleman.
[F]I [C]want to rub up against you..
[Bb]lik[C]e those scoundrels - like those wolves do.
[A]they run in packs in saabs and SUVS.
[F]oh[C], these pounding dance clubs.
[Bb]thi[C]s friction between us.
[F]ho[C]w you throw your body,
[Bb]its[C] so moving.. but never toward me.
[A]still, I always seem to read between the beat.