Verse
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
The lecture halls we filled in the Fall fell through.
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
The pedagogue in me asked, "What have you read lately?"
F# C# A#m7 B
E pleasantry the blonde in you responded to...
[Chorus]
A#m7 G#m Ebm F# E B
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
A#m7 G#m F# E B
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
F# C# Bm (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
F# C# Bm (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
F# G#m A#m7 Bm (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
[Verse 2]
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
Disgusted by the rust on a voice that you never use...
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
How could you expect your Jesuit sect to play here?
F# C# A#m7 B
The fake book dates back to Iberia.
[Chorus]
A#m7 G#m Ebm F# E B
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
A#m7 G#m F# E B
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
F# C# Bm (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
F# C# Bm (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
F# G#m A#m7 Bm (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
[Bridge]
Bmaj7 G# Eb
Bmaj7 A G# Eb
[Verse 3]
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
What will you burn for warmth? Will you keep a husband this season?
F# C# A#m7 B G#m
Who could take you on?
F# C# A#m7 B
Itinerant as the day is long...
[Chorus]
A#m7 G#m Ebm F# E B
You won't go into the half of it, so I'm going to
A#m7 G#m F# E B
nitpick. The exegesis comes quick to whoever's less sorry now.
F# C# Bm (low)
I've forgotten you've a right to be rotten
F# C# Bm (low)
With the killer instincts of an old flame who's slain you.
F# G#m A#m7 Bm (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
F# G#m A#m7 Bm (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.
F# G#m A#m7 Bm (high)
I just finished the book, and some of it's true.