Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance Jonathan Coulton Into: B, E A vo[E]ice like honey, no one else could f[B]ill his shoes The t[E]ime and the weather, the headlines and the lo[B]cal news He lays it d[C#m]own with perfection and g[B]race Done by n[E]oon, he goes home to his pl[A]ace Where he sl[E]eeps and he wa[B]its for the n[C#m]ight[E] Ju[E]st before midnight he gets up, gets out of b[B]ed A c[E]an of Red Bull, a tab of X to clear his h[B]ead He shoots his c[C#m]uffs, now he?s headed downt[B]ow (guitaretab.com)
