| Dm | |
| 1. The yellow walls are lined with portraits, | and I've got my new red fetching leather jacket |
| Dm6 | G7 | |
| All these poses such beautiful poses, m | akes any boy feel like picking up roses |
| Dm | |
| There's never been such grave a matt | er, as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses |
| Dm6 | G7 | |
| All these poses such beautiful poses, | makes any boy feel as pretty as princes |
| Bridge: |
| A9 | |
| The green autumnal parks conducting, | all the city streets a wondrous chorus singing |
| F | G7 | |
| All these poses oh how can you blame me, | life is a game and true love is a trophy |
| Chorus: |
| C | G7 | C | Fmaj7 | |
| And | you s | aid, | watch my | head about it |
| G7 | C | Fmaj7 | G7 | |
| Baby | you said | watch my | head about it, my | head about it |
| C | |
| Oh no oh no oh no, oh no oh no no | kidding |