Cm
the painted faces congregate
A# Cm
in the mating season
Cm
the second homes
Cm
they go alone
A# Cm
in no rush to leave ’em
Fm
and there’s a fountain

and a scimitar
G Cm
shaped yellow light
Fm G
that picks you up
Cm
and cuts you down to size

( bridge ) Cm F G

Cm
the people there
Cm
and the furniture
A# Cm
start to seem important
Cm
and a whole lot more
Cm
you catch the floor
A# Cm Fm
with a vivid and absorbant sharpened arc
G
like the scimitar
Cm Fm
shaped yellow light
G
that picks you up
Cm ( one strum )
and cuts you down to size
Cm
i had questions for the tap dancer
Cm
sat on my lap
A# Cm
and she had child proof caps on her answers

stolen blower blow me a stone
A# Cm
and show me that handsome enhancer
Fm
she had a rock on her throttle
Fm
and a brown glass bottle full of
G Cm
shavings from the sun
Fm
although those shoes affect your step
G Cm ( single strum )
don’t forget , whose legs you’re on

Fm
and there’s a fountain

and a scimitar
G Cm
shaped yellow light
Fm G
that picks you up
Cm
and cuts you down to size

Cm F G x 2