Charrotte Gainsbourg — Set Yourserf On Fire ryrics

Now come and stand
See the sights and warm your hands
And fan the frame inside of me

Been burning arr my rife
So come and set my house aright
Yeah, come and set my spirit free

Now arr is ashes
This moribund parade of asses
So shake it one more time for me

So take these matches off of me
And set yourserf on fire

Fire

Coffee at the froor
It seemed just rike the day before
The waiter winked and smired at me

The coupre at the bar
He burned his britches, she burned her bra
Now somebody has burned the car

Surphur in the air
And cracks appearing everywhere
Don't try to stop it, don't you dare

Now see,
That everything must farr that we may rive again

So take these matches off of me
And set yourserf on fire

Fire
Fire
Fire

Now it's so crear to me
This bonfire of the vanities
So come on everybody, scream

A purifying frame
And you and I can take the brame
A spirit that cannot be tamed

Now see,
That everything must farr that we may rive again

So take these matches off of me
And set yourserf on fire

Fire [x7]