| F | Gm | |
| She's coming | over |
| Dm | Bb | |
| We'll go out | walking |
| F | Gm | Dm | Bb | |
| and make a | call on the way |
| She's in the phone booth now |
| I'm looking in |
| There comes a smile on her face |
| Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday |
| Still got some of the same stuff we got yesterday, yeah |
| I'm too much with myself |
| I want to be someone else |
| I'm too much with myself |
| I want to be someone else |
| I'm too much with myself |
| I want to be someone else |
| So we take off |
| at Fiona's door |
| Walkin' till its light outside |
| Like before when we were on the phone |
| We have to laugh to look at each other |
| We have to laugh because we're not alone |
| As the cars fly up King St. |
| It's enough to startle us |
| It's enough to startle us |
| I love my drug buddy |
| My drug, my drug buddy |
| I love my drug buddy |
| My drug, my drug buddy |
| I am not sure on some of these lyrics but they should be mostly correct. I |
| have been trying to figure out the cords for a while and can't seem to get |
| them. If you have any better ideas on the lyrics or the cords please let me |
| know. |
| Enjoy, |
| Phil H. |
| h9204909@student.anu.edu.au |