BSitting here wasted and wounded at this old Fpiano
Trying Bhard to capture the moment this morning I F don't know
'Cause a Am bottle of vodka still Blodged in my head
And some Fblond gave me nightmares I think she's still in my Bbed
As I dream about movies they C won't make of me when I'm Fdead
With an Bironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the Fmorning
While some Bmarching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're Ftalking
About Am all of the things that I Blong to believe
About Flove and the truth and what you mean to me
And the Btruth is Cbaby you're all that FI need
I want to Dm lay you Cin a Bbed of Froses
For Dmtonight I Csleep on a Bbed on Fnails
I want to Bbe just as Fclose as the BHoly FGhost is
And Dmlay Cyou Bdown on bed of F roses
Well I'm Bso far away that each step that I take is on my F way home
A king's Bransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this F pay phone
Still I Am run out of time or it's Bhard to get through
Till the Fbird on the wire flies me back to you
B I'll just close my eyes and whisper C"baby blind love is Ftrue"
®: This B hotel bar hangover Cwhiskey's gone dry
The barFkeeper's wig's crooked and she's giving me the eye
I Bmight have said yeah but I laughed so hard CI think I Fdied
Solo
Now as B you close your eyes know I'll be thinking F about you
While my Bmistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight F again
Tonight I Bwon't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm not Flonely
I've got Bnothing to prove for it's you C that I'd die to Fdefend
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