Rufus Wainwright - Poses

^CThe yellow walls are lined with portraits And I've ^Csus4got my new red fetching leather jacket ^Fadd9All these poses such beautiful poses ^G7Makes any boy feel like picking up roses

^CThere's never been such grave a matter As co^Csus4mparing our new brand name black sunglasses ^Fadd9All these poses, such beautiful poses ^G7Makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

^GThe green autumnal parks conducting ^C7And the city streets, a wondrous chorus singing ^D7All these poses, oh, how can you blame me ^G7Life is a game and true love is a trophy

And ^Cyou s^G7aid ^CWatch my h^Fead about it Baby, ^Gyou ^G7said wa^Ctch my he^Fad about it ^G7susMy head about it ^G7susI know, I know, I^G7 know ^G7susI know, I k^G7now, no ki^Cdding

^CReclined amongst these packs of reasons For the ^Csus4smoke the days away into the evenings ^Fadd9All these poses of classical torture ^G7Ruining my mind like a snake in the orchard

^CI did go from wanting to be someone Now I'm ^Csus4drunk and wearing flip-flops on Fifth Avenue ^Fadd9Once you've fallen from classical virtue ^G7Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you

^GIn the green autumnal park conducting ^C7All the city streets a wondrous chorus ^D7Singing all these poses, now no longer boyish ^G7Made me a man, ah, but who cares what that is

And ^Cyou ^G7said ^Cwatch my h^Fead about it Baby, ^Gyou s^G7aid w^Catch my ^Fhead about it ^G7susMy head about it I know, I know, I^G7 know ^G7susI know, I know

And y^Cou s^G7aid ^CWatch my h^Fead about it Baby, ^Gyou s^G7aid, w^Catch my ^Fhead about it ^G7susMy head about it I know, I know, I ^G7know I ^Gsus7know, I ^G7know, no ^Ckidding