Date: Wed 01 Oct 1997 - 15:57:47 PDT
One of the world's perfect pop songs. Accuracy, as always, is questionable.
G_D_C (suspend it a bit then repeat)
G D CHere I am I'm just lyin' on the floor with you We had to get drunk it was the only thing that we could do Well it's funny coz I thought that it could've turned out quite romantic But it isn't like that which is fine coz it means I can stand it
My best friend's girlfriend
Oh I've got a girlfriend
And you're somebody's girlfriend too (You know it only ever makes me)
G D C
Yeah you know it only makes me down
This foolishness it only makes me, etc.
Am C G
Oh look it's easy, you come G D C'Round my house you give me information then you go home But it sure beats talking all that foolish nonsense on the telephone I don't know about the implications of all this I just feel so-so And it's a measure of a feeling that I can't identify that I can let you go
Repeat chorus stuff, ad lib on departed pets and breaking rules, throw in some Petula Clark/Chrissie Hynde lyrics and a genius Max guitar part and enjoy! Received on Wed Oct 1 15:57:47 1997