The yellow walls are lined with portraits,
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 and I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
D5
 All these poses such beautiful poses,
G5
 makes any boy feel like picking up roses


 There's never been such grave a matter,
D5
 as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
D5
 All these poses such beautiful poses,
G5
 makes any boy feel as pretty as princes

Ponte:
 The green autumnal parks conducting,
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 all the  city streets a wondrous chorus singing
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 All these poses oh how can you blame me,
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 life is a game and true love is a trophy

Refr?o:
    C5    G5   C5        F5
And you said, watch my head about it
     G5       C5        F5             G5
Baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it
                                   C5
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no no kidding

 Reclined amongst these packs of reasons
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 For to smokes the days away into the evenings
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 All these poses of classical torture
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 Ruined my mind like a snake in the orchard

 I did go from wanting to be someone now
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 I'm drunk and wearing flip - flops on Fifth Avenue
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 Once you've fallen from classical virtue
G5
 Won't have a soul for to wake up and hold you

Ponte:
 In the green autumnal parks conducting
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 All the city streets a wondrous chorus
F5
 Singing all these poses now no longer boyish
G5
 Made me a man ah but who cares what that it

Refr?o:
    C5    G5   C5        F5
And you said, watch my head about it
     G5       C5        F5             G5
Baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it
                                C5
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no well you said
C5        F5
Watch my head about it
     G5       C5        F5             G5
Baby you said watch my head about it, my head about it
                                   C5
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no no kidding