VERSE:
Bb5                     F5
Press the doorbell and push the door
Ab5                                 Bb5      
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
G5                              C5
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
G5                                    C5
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound

Bb5                      F5
Watch the film , eat the food she cooked
Ab5                                Bb5
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
G5                                C5
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
C5                                        F5
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

            Bb5                         C5 
Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
        Bb5                                    G5              C5
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
G5                  C5                        G5
It's cold for the season down in the street below

Before Chorus

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CHORUS
G5       
Men and women go about their business
G5       
Picking up the last few things for Christmas
C5
Trying not to step upon the pigeons
C5
Praying to the gods of their religions
C5
That they might be spared a little longer
C5
That they might become a little stronger
D5         C5      F5
Down in the street below

G5
Everybody's on a secret mission
G5
Everybody's got their own ambitions
G5
They would tell you if they thought you'd listen
C5
They would say how lately they've been wishing
C5
For the chance to meet a handsome stranger
C5
Lead a life of elegance and danger
D5         C5      F5
Down in the street below
D5         C5      F5
Down in the street below

VERSE
Bb5                       F5
Way up high in a phallic tower
Ab5                                 Bb5      
You're swimming in a tiny galaxy of stars
G5                              C5
Knocking back mojitos at the cocktail bar
G5                              C5
Talking 'bout burritos and conceptual art

Bb5                       F5
Your armchair's round and your glass is square
Ab5                                Bb5
The clientele's straight out of this month's Vanity Fair
G5                                C5
Well look around the place, something's not quite right
C5                                        F5
Yours is the only face that you don't recognize

Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
It's cold for the season down in the street below