Rosie Tucker - Gay bar

If you ^Emtold me that we’d ^D#died And ^Ggone to the^C gay bar I ^Gwoulda said “that seems ri^Cght” Cause I ^Emknew you’d had a ^D#few When I ^Ggot into the ^Ccar I was ^Gclutching the upholstery t^Cight

Saint ^EmPeter clad in ^D#leather She was ^Glooking quite s^Calacious But the ^Gfire never met her e^Cyes And the ^Emcowboys dipped in ^D#glitter Brought us ^Ginto their good ^Cgraces You were ^Gsorry that you’re not their ty^Cpe You were ^Gsorry that you’re not the^Cir

^AOo-oo-^Coo A C [mute] Ah-Ah-Ah

The ^Emswaying of your ^D#braids Gave imp^Gression of a ^Chalo But ^Gsaying so would make me t^Crite Well I ^Emthink I coulda ^D#stayed For fo^Grever in the ^Cdisco ^GDancing by the fractured li^Cght You were ^Glovely by the fractu^Cred

^AOo-oo-^Coo ^AAh-ah-^Cah-ah ^AAh-ah-^Coo

Baby ^Gisn’t this the after^Clife? Singing ^Gkaraoke in a ^Cmaj7dive