| Am | Bm | |
| If you see something that looks like a sta | r |
| And it's shooting up out of the ground |
| And your head is spinning from a loud guitar |
| And you just can't escape from the sound |
| Don't worry too much it'll happen to you |
| We were children once playing with toys |
| A | E | |
| And the | thing that you're hearing is | only the sound |
| G | D | C | |
| Of the | low spark of | high-heeled | boys |
| A7 | D | A7 | A7 | D | A7 | |
| Cho | ru | s: | The percentage you're paying is | too high | priced |
| | A7 D A7 |
| | While you're living beyond all you're means |
| | A7 D A7 |
| | And the man in the suit has just bought a new car |
| | G D |
| | From the profit he's made on your dreams |
| | G D |
| | But today you just read that the man was shot dead |
| | G D |
| | By a gun that didn't make any noise |
| | A E |
| | But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest |
| | G D C |
| | Was the low spark of high-heeled boys. |
| LEAD: Am Bm |
| Am | Bm | |
| If you had just a minute to brea | the |
| And they granted you one final wish |
| Would you ask for something like another chance |
| Or something similar as this |
| Don't worry too much it'll happen to you |
| As sure as your sorrows are joys |
| A | E | |
| And the | thing that disturbs you is | only the sound |
| G | D | C | |
| Of the | low spark of | high-heeled | boys |
| (Chorus) |
| LEAD: Am Bm |
| Am | Bm | |
| If I gave you everything that I ow | ned |
| And asked for nothing in return |
| Would you do the same for me as I would for you |
| Or take me for a ride |
| And strip me of everything including my pride |
| But spirit is something that no one destroys |
| A | E | |
| And the | sound that disturbs you is | only the sound |
| G | D | C | |
| Of the | low spark of | high-heeled | boys |
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| \_\_\_ \_ \_ Glen Macon |
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| \_ \_ \_\_ \_ Standard disclaimer... |
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| All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain. |