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Album: Songs for Drella (1990) | | = 1 bar |....| = 1 bar, 4 counts C F G C
I really cCare a lot although I look like FI do not Since GI was shot there's nobody but yCou
I know I lCook blase, party Andy's what the pFapers say At dinner I'm the oGne who pays - for a nobody like yCou
Nobody but youC, a nobody like yFou Since GI got shot there's nobody like yCou
Won't you decorCate my house I'll sit there quiet Fas a mouse
You know me I lGike to look a lot - at nobody but youC I'll hold your hand and sClap my face
I'll tickle you to yFour disgrace Won't you put me in my pGroper place - a nobody like yCou
Sundays I pray a lot, I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock I want to be what I am not - for a nobody like you The bullet split my spleen and lung, the doctors said I was gone Inside I've got some shattered bone for nobody but you I'm still not sure I didn't die And if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside I know I'll never be a bride - to nobody like you I wish I had a stronger chin, my skin was good, my nose was thin This is no movie I'd ask to be in - with a nobody like you
Nobody like yCou, a nobody like yFou, G (no chord) all my life, it's been nobodies like you