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E|-3--3---0---0----3--3--3---0---0-| (intro & riff)
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| And I'm watching | the cruisers below |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| My heart's in | the basement |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| My weekend's | at an all time low |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| He's down o | n the street |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| And he's trying hard to | pull sister Flo |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| 'Cause she's hoping | to score |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7 | |
| So I can't see her le | tting him go |
| E | |
| Walk out of her heart |
| F | G | |
| Walk out of her mi | nd |
| (CHORUS) |
| B | D | |
| She's so swishy in her satin and ta | t |
| B | D | |
| In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty ha | t |
| B (no strum) |
| Oh God, I could do better than that |
| Riff x 4 |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| She's an old-ti | me ambassador |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| Of sweet talking, | night walking games |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| And she's known in | the darkest clubs |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| For pushing ahead | of the dames |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| If she says she can do i | t then she can do it, |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7m | |
| she don't make | false claims |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| But she's a Queen, and s | uch are queens |
| Fmaj7 | Fmaj7 | |
| That your laughter is | sucked in their brains |
| E | |
| Now she's leading him on |
| F | |
| And she'll lay him right down |
| G | |
| But it could have been me Yes, it could have been me |
| Why didn't I say, |
| why didn't I say, no, no, no |
| (CHORUS) |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| So I lay down a while And I | gaze at my hotel wall |
| Oh the cot is so cold It don't feel like no bed at all |
| C/G | C/Gm | |
| Yeah I lay down a while | And I gaze at my hotel wall |
| But he's down on the street So I throw both his bags down the hall |
| E | |
| And I'm phoning a cab |
| F | |
| 'Cause my stomach feels small |
| There's a taste in my mouth And it's no taste at all |
| G | |
| It could have been me Oh yeah, it could have been me |
| Why didn't I say, |
| Why didn't I say, no, no, no |
| (CHORUS) |
| Repeat Riff until you end with a hard upstroke. |