Billy Idol

Hangin' out for a body shop at night ain't it strange what we do to
feel alright ? (palm-muted riff yet again) Yeah ! So
when will you call ? I'm experienced... (see below)

Face to face, and back to back, you
see and feel my sex attack. Sing it !
Chorus:
Flesh !!! Flesh for fantasy.
Bridge:
(w. disortion) A5 B5

Father loves his son. Mothers, daughters too.
It's an old old story, cries the new world too.
Flesh ! Flesh ! Flesh for fantasy...
Enjoy!