Elvis Costello - Poor napoleon

^CI can't lie on this bed anym^Em/Bore it burns my sk^Gm/Bbin ^F/AYou can take the truthful things you've ^Fm/Absaid to me And f^D/F#it them on the head of a p^Fin ^G Poor N^Capoleon ^{F Dm G}

You ^Calways look so disapp^Em/Bointed ^Gm/Bbwhen I take my stockings off ^F/ADon't you know the facts of l^Fm/Abife boy ^D/F#Don't you know what these things c^Fost' ^CShe was selling stolen k^Em/Bisses to tr^Gm/Bbavelling salesmen and minstrel singers ^F/AYou put a penny ^Fm/Abin the slot ^D/F#She called you her m^Fagic fingers ^G

Poor N^Capoleon ^{F Dm G} Poor N^Capoleon ^{F Dm G}

I ^Ebet she isn't all that's ^E/G#advertised I ^Ambet that isn't all she f^Cakes ^DJust like that place where they t^Ebake your spine And t^Furn it into soapfl^Eba--^D-akes

^CBare wires from the s^Em/Bocket to the b^Gm/Bbed where you embraced that girl ^F/ADid you ever th^Fm/Abink there's far too m^D/F#any people ^Fin the world' ^COne day they'll probably m^Em/Bake a movie ^Gm/Bbout of all of this ^F/AThere won't even h^Fm/Abave to be a m^D/F#urder just a sl^Fow dissolving kiss^G

Poor N^Capoleon ^{F Dm G} So g^Cood night little sch^Foolboy, you'd b^Dmetter learn some self contr^Gol D^Cid you mess up your ha^Firstyle, p^Dmour scorn in yo^Gur begging b^Co-^F--^Dmowl ^G

Poor N^Capoleon