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 pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa If you want my, want my, want my, love Get up pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa 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 hand as hard as stone What's hot as hell the same, won't leave you cold I'm a believer My world's just good as gold Walkin' a fine line, my-my-my need to [?] Get up pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa If you want my, want my, want my, love Get up pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa 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