Am Em
Like a shiny centerfold from some Swedish magazine
Am Em
She’s a painted up, powdered up Venus of your dreams
Am Em
She’ll break your heart in a second turn around to celebrate
F C Em G
The richness of the nightlife she’s poison shot to your veins
Am Em
Sleepy-eyed priestess stepping out on the scene
Am Em
A smile and kiss for everyone burnin’ heart ‘n’ flesh machine
Am Em
Her kinda love’s like diamonds ‘n’ teardrops ‘n’ champagne
F C Em G
She’ll lay the world at your feet then throw it all away
Am Em G
But come the cooling Sunday rain
Am Em G
And wash away desires, powder and paint
Dm G C Em F G
Saturday Satan’s turned ‘to Sunday saint
Am Em
Smarter folks will surely tell you… better drink up and leave
Am Em
Or in the end you’ll find yourself a-howlin’ ‘n’ grievin’
Am Em
And don’t you be misled by neither of her ways
F C Em G
Just wait for that strange mutation when the dawn’s due to break
Am Em G
Then come the cooling Sunday rain
Am Em G
And wash away desires, powder and paint
Dm G C Em F G
Saturday Satan’s turned ‘to Sunday saint
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