Verse
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
The lecture halls we filled in the Fall fell through.
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
The pedagogue in me asked, "What have you read lately?"
C# G# Fm7 F#
B pleasantry the blonde in you responded to...
[Chorus]
Fm7 D#m A#m C# B F#
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
Fm7 D#m C# B F#
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
C# G# F#m (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
C# G# F#m (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
C# D#m Fm7 F#m (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
[Verse 2]
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
Disgusted by the rust on a voice that you never use...
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
How could you expect your Jesuit sect to play here?
C# G# Fm7 F#
The fake book dates back to Iberia.
[Chorus]
Fm7 D#m A#m C# B F#
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
Fm7 D#m C# B F#
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
C# G# F#m (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
C# G# F#m (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
C# D#m Fm7 F#m (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
[Bridge]
F#maj7 D# A#
F#maj7 E D# A#
[Verse 3]
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
What will you burn for warmth? Will you keep a husband this season?
C# G# Fm7 F# D#m
Who could take you on?
C# G# Fm7 F#
Itinerant as the day is long...
[Chorus]
Fm7 D#m A#m C# B F#
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
Fm7 D#m C# B F#
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
C# G# F#m (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
C# G# F#m (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
C# D#m Fm7 F#m (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
C# D#m Fm7 F#m (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
C# D#m Fm7 F#m (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.