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Tuning: G C E A
ELisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips, She's a Erock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips, She's got Adeep brown eyes, That've seen it Eall.
EWorking at a nightclub that was called The Avenue The Ebar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes" She went Adown, on almost anyonEe.
From the Gbmhard time living 'til the AChelsea days, From when her Gbmhair went sweet blonde 'til the Bday it turned grey She said;
[Chorus]
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 your Agoing 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 your Agoing your own Bway. A
Some Epeople wear their history like a map on their face, And JEoey was an artist just living out of case, But his Abest work, was his letters homEe.
His Estandard works of fiction about imaginary success, The EChorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends, But to a wAriter, the truth is no big Edeal.
From the Gbmhard time living to the Asleepless nights, And the Gbmblack and blue body from the Bweekend fights
He'd say; Chorus -2x-:
On my Dbmlast night on Aearth, I won't Elook to the Bsky Just Ebreathe in the Aair and Dbmblink in the Blight On my Dbmlast night on Aearth, I'll Epay a high Bprice To Ehave no reAgrets and be Edone with my Blife