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[Intro] B E B E B E E A (x2) B E B E B E [Verse]
ALucy was a G#shit hot sci-fi Ewriter With a C#penchant for a Bstory awfully Agory And she'd Ecertainly killed off a lead or two ABut when the money got G#tight She started working Enights At a bar on C#Denmark Street And the Bbouncers were pricks, and the Apunters were thick And when the Eyuppies tried to chat her up she'd always tell them
[Chorus]
EDon't waste your F#time,C#m your time on Ame Cause it's cElear that I'm not your F#ideal compaC#mny A EDon't waste your F#time,C#m your time on Ame EBecause it's F#clear that you've got C#msomewhere else that Ayou would rather be
[Instrumental] E A E A E A B (x2) [Verse]
AWaiting at a pelican G#crossing She caught a Eglimpse of her reflection in the C#window of passing Bcar It scared her Astiff, how ill she Elooked She hadn't written in days, cause she was stuck at the Abar And then that evening at G#work She had to deal with this Eburke Who kept on asking her aC#bout her sleeve tatBtoos This inarAticulate fool She Egrabbed his collar, pulled him close and she said
[Chorus]
EDon't waste your F#time,C#m your time on Ame Cause it's cElear that I'm not your F#ideal compaC#mny A EDon't waste your F#time,C#m your time on Ame EBecause it's F#clear that you've got C#msomewhere else that Ayou would rather be
[Instrumental] E A E A E A B (x2) [Outro] C#m A C#m E F# C#m A E F# (x4)