The Verlaines - Joed out

^GIt's ten o'clock in the afternoon, you better come by here soon. Or I'll go out of my mind. ^Cadd9The wind has been unkind, some idiot unt^Gied all five And locked them in my room.

^Bm "Don't do anything important," you said, "With anyb^Em7ody else." ^A7sus4"They'll fuck it up for you my friend." ^{D C Bm A G}

^GBut I lie on your bed ^Cadd9 and I touch your hair. ^G And your hair is as soft^Cadd9 as the fox fur you wear. ^G And my ^Em7head feels^A7sus4 sweet ag^Dain.^{C Bm A G}

^GI sit here sculling wine, and I'm smoking all the time now. It's hard living your life On a knife edge. ^Cadd9You either cut your feet and die where you^G bleed Or fall of the edge.

^Bm "Don't do anything important," you said, "With anyb^Em7ody else." ^A7sus4"They'll fuck it up for you my friend." ^{D C Bm A G}

^GBut I lie on your bed ^Cadd9 and I touch your hair. ^G And your hair is as soft^Cadd9 as the fox fur you wear. ^G And my ^Em7head feels^A7sus4 sweet ag^Dain.^{C Bm A G}