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Tuning: G C E A
ELisa likes brandy and the Away it hits her lips
She's a Brock 'n' roll survivor with Apendulum hips
She's got Edeep brown eyesA
That've seen it Ball A
EWorking at a nightclub that was Acalled The Avenue
The Bbar men used to call her Little LAisa Looney Tunes
She went EdownA
on almost anyBoneA
From theF#m hard time living 'til theAm Chelsea days
From when her Ahair went sweet blonde 'til theB day it turned grey
She said
EL.I.F.E.G.O.AE.S.O.N.
You've Bgot more than money and Asense my friend
You've got Eheart and you Ago in your own Bway A
EL.I.F.E.G.O.AE.S.O.N.
What you Bdon't have now will Acome back again
You've got Eheart and you Ago in your own Bway A
Some Epeople wear their history like a Amap on their face
And BJoey was an artist justA living out of case
But his Ebest workA was his letters hBome A
His Estandard works of fiction about iAmaginary success
The Bchorus girls in neon were his Aclosest things to friends
But to a Ewriter Athe truth is no big dBeal A
From theF#m hard time living to theAm sleepless nights
And the Ablack and blue body from the Bweekend fights
He'd say
On myC#m last night on Aearth I won't lEook to the sBky
JustC#m breathe in the Aair and Eblink in the Blight
On myC#m last night on Aearth I'll pEay a high pBrice
ToC#m have no reAgrets and be Edone with my Blife