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Talk To Me Stephen Lynch
[A]I came down [E]to the breakfast table, [D]felt like I could die [E]
[A]Tried so hard [E]but wasn't able [D]to look you in the eye [E]
[A]For I am feeling [E]so much shame, yes [D]I have brought disgrace [E]
[A]Can tell I've soiled [E]my good name by the [D]look upon your face [E]
[A]Well it seems last [E]night, you [D]caught me [E]spankin' it
[A]No use [E]denyin' it, [D]I was really [E]crankin' it
[A]Dry your [E]eyes, don't [D]be so [E]sad,
A N/C
If you could just forgive me, and talk to me dad
[A]I didn't hear you [E]enter, no I [D]didn't hear the [E]door
[A]With my hand upon my [E]member and my [D]pants upon the [E]floor
[A]Now burnt into your [E]brain is an [D]image you [E]despise
[A]Like blood and guts, [E]starving kids and [D]Stevie Wonder's [E]eyes [E]
[A]Well it seems last [E]night, you [D]caught me [E]spankin' it
[A]No use [E]denyin' it, [D]I was really [E]crankin' it
[A]Dry your [E]eyes, don't [D]be so [E]sad,
A N/C
But I wouldn't use those tissues- they've already been had
The look upon your face made my swollen gland diminish
so I said "could you close the door, I really want to finish"
Now daddy, I'm ashamed and I completely understand
If you never want to hug again or even shake my hand
Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad
Just because it was your bed- it's not that bad
When I was only seventeen, you told me it was dirty
So it must be really creepy when your kid is pushing thirty
But you cannot tell me dad, that you never had a whack
At the thing that hangs below your belt and bumps into your sack
Well it seems last night you caught me spankin' it
No use denyin' it, I was really crankin' it
Dry your eyes, don't be so sad
A N/C
But I wouldn't use those tissues- they've already been-
A N/C
Just because it was your bed- it's not that-
A N/C
Daddy, daddy please forgive me, and talk to me dad
(End on chord A)
Women are like parking spaces- the best ones are taken and the rest
are all handicapped.
-Michael Mcdonald, Mad TV
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