9 acessos
The yellow walls are lined with portraits,
Dm
and I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
Dm6
All these poses such beautiful poses,
G7
makes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matter,
Dm
as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
Dm6
All these poses such beautiful poses,
G7
makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
Ponte:
The green autumnal parks conducting,
A9
all the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
F
All these poses oh how can you blame me,
G7
life is a game and true love is a trophy
Refrão:
C G7 C Fmaj7
And you said, 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
Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
Dm
For to smokes the days away into the evenings
Dm6
All these poses of classical torture
G7
Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard
I did go from wanting to be someone now
Dm
I'm drunk and wearing flip - flops on Fifth Avenue
Dm6
Once you've fallen from classical virtue
G7
Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you
Ponte:
In the green autumnal parks conducting
A9
All the city streets a wondrous chorus
F
Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
G7
Made me a man ah but who cares what that it
Refrão:
C G7 C Fmaj7
And you said, 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 well you said
C Fmaj7
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