The Pretty Things - The good mr square she was tall she was high

^GAh^Emh..^C. ^D The good Mr. S^Gquare ^Em He doesn't have any h^Amang-ups He spend his t^Gime looking through ^Cother people's ^Deyes

The good Mr. Squ^Gare ^Em He doesn't have any h^Amang-ups He spends his t^Gime looking through ^Cother people's ^Deyes

Oh and how ins^Emide ^Am He l^Cikes the things that they've d^Done

The good Mr. Sq^Guare ^Em He doesn't have any h^Amang-ups He spe^Dnds his t^Gime

^GAh^Emh..^C. ^{D G}Wh^Emoo.^C..^D

And as she ^Gweaves her way through ^Ccity streets The d^Dawn arrives

In concrete gl^Gades of metal gr^Cass Steel cords are w^Doven tight But she is f^Emree ^{Am F}F ... ^CR... double ^DE

She was t^Gall she was h^Amigh Lord she ^Calmost touched the s^Fky To^Cday ^FI said tod^Day

She was t^Gall she was h^Amigh Lord she ^Calmost made me ^Fcry To^Cday^F she sp^Dends her t^Gime

^GAh^Emh..^C. ^{D G}Wh^Emoo.^C..^D

Beside grey l^Gakes of lead she's h^Carnessed to A kn^Deeling form Before the st^Gorm subsides she's fl^Cown And leaves the ^Dbody torn But she is f^Emree ^{Am F}F ... ^CR... double ^DE

She was t^Gall she was h^Amigh Lord she ^Calmost touched the ^Fsky To^Cday ^FI said tod^Day

She was t^Gall she was h^Amigh Lord she ^Calmost made me c^Fry To^Cday ^FI said to^Dday F (x2) E (x5)