***LONDON GIRL - by Shane MacGowan
from the EP "Poguetry In Motion"

London Girl - as performed by The Pogues
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      Gm (355333@1)                BbThe (x1333x@1)devil moon took me through the alley
               FDown (133211@1)by the Kardomah and the Centrale
      Gm (355333@1)                BbTo (x1333x@1)the Mews running through the backstreets
      F (133211@1)                   CWhere (x32010@1)the Blacks sold fire and sleep
      Gm (355333@1)                BbThe (x1333x@1)devil moon took me out of Soho
      FUp (133211@1)to Camden where the cold north winds blow
      Gm (355333@1)                BbSucked (x1333x@1)along by a winter shower
      F (133211@1)                   CTo (x32010@1)stand beside your shining tower


      Bb (x1333x@1)           C (x32010@1)  F (133211@1) BbF BbThis (x1333x@1)could be our final dance
      Bb (x1333x@1)           C (x32010@1)       F (133211@1) BbF BbThis (x1333x@1)could be our very last chance
	   BbJust (x1333x@1)the sound of your voice
   Gm (355333@1)                 BbWherever (x1333x@1)I may be changes everything
               CAnd (x32010@1)then the world's right with me
   F (133211@1)      Bb (x1333x@1)  FYou're (133211@1)my London girl
   Bb (x1333x@1)           FThe (133211@1)way that you walk
   Bb (x1333x@1)           FYou're (133211@1)my london girl
   Bb (x1333x@1)           FThe (133211@1)way that you talk
   Bb (x1333x@1)           FYou're (133211@1)my london girl
      Bb (x1333x@1)            CJust (x32010@1)the sound of your voice
      Bb (x1333x@1)           F (133211@1)   Bb (x1333x@1) F (133211@1) BbAnd (x1333x@1)I ain't got no choice

The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

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This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice