Clare Bowditch - The one

^GSitting in the lobby of a city hotel ^GDrinking like fishes on the river to hell^{C G}Devil's in my mouth telling primitive jokes ^GWhile the angel's out looking for a packet of ^Dsmokes ^{C G}You look into my eyes and you don't look away the ^Dway you s^Chould I would, I ^Gwould if I could, oh believe me I would ^GBut I gotta go home, I want a ^Dhome to ^Cgo to

So I'm ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Cone I'm so ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Gone

^GSo it's best I don't say I wanna tear off your clothes ^GAnd tear off my own and let you know ^Cme ^GInstead I nod my head I watch your mouth I smile But I don't ^Dsay a ^Cthing ^GYou look into my eyes You seem to see the woman that I ^Choped to be I ^Gwanna go home, I gotta go home ^GHelp me get home, I need a ^Dhome to ^Cgo to

So I'm ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Cone I'm so ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Gone

^GTo give you hope ^DTo show you ^Emlove To let you ^Cknow^D To let you ^Glove me The way you ^Dwant to In the next ^Emlife In the next ^Clife ^D Look me u^Gp

^GHoly winds blew in when I met you ^GAnd all my inner bells be^Dgan to ^Cring ^GWhat I would not give to just pretend ^GThis would not ru^Din everyt^Ching

I'm so ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Cone I'm so ^Emsorry that I ^Dcan't be the ^Gone

^GTo take you home ^DTo show you ^Emlove To make you ^Cwhole ^D To let you ^Glove me The way you ^Dwant to In the next ^Emlife In the next ^Clife ^D I'll take you ^Ghome I'll show you ^Dlove Like you've never ^Emknown And you will be in ^Cthere^D I'll let you ^Glove me The way you want to^D In the next ^Emlife In the next ^Clife ^D Look me ^Gup