Morrissey - November spawned a monster

^BbSleep on and ^Adream of Lo^Gmve Because it's the c^Bblosest you will ^AGet to ^Gmlove^{A Bb A} Poor^Bb twisted ch^Bbild So u^Fgly, so ug^Fly Poor^Bb twisted ch^Bbild Oh h^Fug me, oh ^Fhug me One Nov^Dember Spawned a m^Donster In the shape of this ch^Dild Who later cr^Died : "^BbBut Jesus made me, so ^BbJesus save me from ^Dpity, sympathy And pe^Dople discussing me" A f^Bbrame of useless limbs What c^Bban make GOOD All the ^DBAD that's been done '

^BbAnd if the lights were o^Aut Could you even ^Gmbear To kiss her ^Bbfull on the mouth Or a^Gmnywhere' ^Aoh^{Bb A}

Poor twi^Bbsted child ^Bb So u^Fgly, so ug^Fly Poor twi^Bbsted child ^Bb Oh h^Fug me, oh ^Fhug me One Nov^Dember Spawned a ^Dmonster In the shape of this ch^Dild Who must rem^Dain A ^Bbhostage to kindness And the ^Bbwheels underneath her A h^Bbostage to kindness And the ^Dwheels underneath her

A s^Bbymbol of where m^Bbad, mad lovers Must ^DPAUSE and draw the line.

So sl^Bbeep and d^Dream of ^Gmlove Because it's the clo^Bbsest You will g^Aet to l^Gmove ^{A Bb A} That Nove^Dmber Is a ^Dtime Which I must ^DPut OUT of my mi^Dnd

Oh, ^Bbone fine day Let it ^Bbbe soon She w^Don't be rich or beauti^Dful But she'll be wal^Bbking your streets In the c^Bblothes that she went out And ch^Dose for herself.