| Bm | F# | D | Bm | | Is there | anybody | goin' to listen | to my | story |
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| Em | A7 | D | F# | | all about a | girl who came to | stay? | |
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| Bm | F# | D | Bm | | She's the | kind of girl you | want so much it | makes you | sorry; |
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| Em | A7 | D | F# | | still, you don't re | gret a single | day. | |
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| D | Bm | Em | A7 | D | Bm | Em | A7 | | Ah, | gi--- | ----- | ----- | rl! | gi--- | ---- | ---- | rl! |
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When I think of all the times I've tried so hard to leave her |
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She will turn to me and start to cry; |
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And she promises the earth to me and I believe her. |
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After all this time I don't know why. |
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| Em | B7 | | She's the kind of girl | who puts you | down |
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| Em | | when friends are there, you feel a | fool. |
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| B7 | | Dee dee dee | Deedeedeedee deedeedeedee. |
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| Em | | | When you say she's looking good |
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| B7 | | she | acts as if it's unterstood. |
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| Em | G | | She's | cool, cool, | cool, cool. |
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| D | Bm | Em | A7 | D | Bm | Em | A7 | | | Gi--- | ----- | ----- | rl! | gi--- | ---- | ---- | rl! |
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Was she told when she was young that fame would lead to pleasure? |
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Did she understand it when they said |
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that a man must break his back to earn his day of leisure? |
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Will she still believe when he's dead? |
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