Like Cursing Kids Kevin Devine Verse 1: I saw your fr[A]eckles on the shoulders of a s[Bm]tranger today And my h[E]eart leapt, my h[A]eart leapt I saw the s[A]ickle of your dimple slice the [Bm]side of her face And my h[E]eart leapt, my h[A]eart leapt But then she f[A]aced me while we wrestled for our p[Bm]lace on the train Kabuki m[D]akeup, a labret ring I kept o[E]ut of her way You're not that a[A]ctress playing dress-up on the s[Bm]ubway today So my h[E]eart keeps leapin' [A]on Verse 2: I t (guitaretab.com)