Parquet Courts - Dear ramona

^DAn air of self-delusion that no two arm^As could ever contain ^DThis lady is a hypnosis poet and when sh^Ae speaks her words weep like rain ^DShe tiptoes through the side streets in the morning a^And wears dark sunshades at night ^DHowever she might be spending her time I don't kn^Aow you'd have to ask her neighbors

^CBut she ai^An't ever g^Conna open^A up (no) ^CShe ain't ^Aever gonna ^Fmopen up (no) ^D#Not to no one ^D#My dear ramona ^G

^DBorn in some unnatural state that ^Ano one father would claim ^DThis daughter saving up commissions from acting bu^At no one's ever seen her play ^DShe fixes breakfast for two in the morning and^A drinks dark coffee at night ^DWhoever she might be going to bed with,^A you can read about that in her Moleskine

^CBut sh^Ae ain't e^Cver gonna o^Apen up (no) ^CShe ain't ^Aever gonna open up (no) ^{Fm D#}Not to no one ^GMy dear ramona ^D