Said She Was A Dancer

^FShe said she was a dance^Cr. I^Dmf I believed it, it was my^Bb busines ^FShe surely knew a thing or t^Cwo about contr^Dmol. ^FNext to the bar we hit the samo^Cvar. ^DmShe almost slipped right t^Bbhrough my fingers. ^FIt was snowing outsi^Cde and in her ^Dmsoul.

^FWell, maybe you're a dan^Ccer,^Dm and maybe I'm the King of^Bb Old Siam. ^FI thought it through... best^C to let the illusion ^Dmroll. ^FI wouldn't say I've never heard that tale befor^Ce, ^Dmmy frozen little se?^Bb?orita, but if your dr^Feam is good, why not share ^Cit when the nights are c^Dmold' ^GHey Moscow, what's your story' L^Cady, take your time, don't hur^Dry. ^GMaybe a student of the agric^Dultural pla^Cn. ^GHey Moscow, what's your name' If you d^Con't want to say, don't wor^Dry. ^GIt would probably be ha^Drd for me to make it sca^Cn.

With her phrase book in her silk soft hand she spoke in riddles while the vodka listened. I said, ''Let me look up love, if I might be so bold.'' She was the nearest thing to Rock and Roll that side of the velvet curtain that separates eastern steel from western gold. Hey Miss Moscow, what's your story' You needn't speak aloud, just whisper. Am I just the closest thing to an Englishman' You've seen me in your magazines, or maybe on state television. I'm your Pepsi-Cola, but you won't take me out the can. She said she was a dancer --- so she did. She said she was a dancer. If I believed it, it was my business. It felt like a merry dance that I was being led. So I stole one kiss. It was a near miss. She looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper. She leaned in close. ''Goodnight,'' was all she said. So I took myself off to bed. Words and music by IAN ANDERSON TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN) ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME ARCHIVEL@teleline.es

Jethro Tull - She said she was a dancer