C C
C C
Am F
C C
Am F
C
It’s hot as hell
F
The sun beats down
Am
While we’re waiting for gelato
F
in a brutal crowd
C
He makes you walk
F
Ten steps behind
Am
A shadow floating down the street,
F
just a pair of eyes
And they’re closed
C C
Am F
C
Can’t see the sweat
F
that’s on your skin
Am
While your husband looks through Gucci shades
F
Wears white linen
C F
What kind of God forbids you’re seen?
Am
Maybe it’s just a man
F
who thinks you’re property?
A F
I’ll never understand the way you live
C G
I want to ask about it and it isn’t innocent
A F
What keeps you covered up?
C
Some backwards superstition
G
or someone’s idea of love?
F
Or is it both at once?
C - E x4
A - F - G x3
F - C
