Lydia Dean Friedman [F#]Lydia keeps my toothbrush in her a[E]partment and she never com[Ebm]plains. Well, hardly [E]ever. And then jokingly she [F#]says Boy, it's been so long since I [E]held you, I nearly gave you [Ebm]up for dead. I nearly gave you up for [E]dead. I nearly gave you up for [C#m]dead.[C#] Chorus: [F#]Lydia, Lydia how come you unders[B]tand? I can offer you nothing at[E] all. This is more than I had [Ebm]planned.[C#sus4][-][C#] [F#]Lydia, Lydia I am at your [B]command, at least (guitaretab.com)
