capo on 1st fret
E
you’ve always been bashful , you’re just that way
cis
but your eyes are like billboards , they give you away
E
your mouth is a trumpet , somebody else plays
cis
long after the notes gone , the tone usually stays
A
and your chest a fine pillow , with lining of feather
B
your hair is a family , with strands stick together
A
fingers are keys from the grandest piano ,
B
played by a line that the lord only knew
E
a tongue of an angel , floats in red wine saliva
cis
your teeth ravel porcelain , made by masters in china
E
your face can’t be captured by pictures or words
cis
and your voice is a music that i’ve never heard
A
and your skin is a cream , dipped out beyond measure
B
your nose is a pink color touched by the weather
A
your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
B
played by a soul that the lord only knew
E cis A B E
ooh . . .
capo on 1st fret
E
you’ve always been bashful , you’re just that way
cis
but your eyes are like billboards , they give you away
E
your mouth is a trumpet , somebody else plays
cis
long after the notes gone , the tone usually stays
A
and your chest a fine pillow , with lining of feather
B
your hair is a family , with strands stick together
A
fingers are keys from the grandest piano ,
B
played by a line that the lord only knew
E
a tongue of an angel , floats in red wine saliva
cis
your teeth ravel porcelain , made by masters in china
E
your face can’t be captured by pictures or words
cis
and your voice is a music that i’ve never heard
A
and your skin is a cream , dipped out beyond measure
B
your nose is a pink color touched by the weather
A
your fingers are keys from the grandest piano
B
played by a soul that the lord only knew
E cis A B E
ooh . . .
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