Fire - Beth Ditto

Hands too burnt

Sitting on the side of the road

Ain’t gotta an honest feeling in my bones

Felt like a fever

Came on like a stone

But what I felt, it can’t be helped no more

Get up up-up-up-up-up-up

If you want my, want my, want my, love

Get up up-up-up-up-up-up

If you want my, want my, love

Fire!

Fire!

Bless my soul, that’s the way it is

Bless my soul, I can’t resist

Swift as a river

With a head as hard as stone

What’s hot as hell the same, won’t leave you cold

I’m a believer

My word’s just good as gold

Walkin' a fine line, might not need to go

Get up up-up-up-up-up-up

If you want my, want my, want my, love

Get up up-up-up-up-up-up

If you want my, want my, want my, love

Fire!

Fire!

Bless my soul, that’s the way it is

Bless my soul, I can’t resist

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Bless my soul, that’s the way it is

Bless my soul, I can’t resist