The Librarian by Hefner
 

Intro: G D7 


      G                      D7
He started to woo her in the most peculiar way,
        D7                      G
The Librarian's dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
      G                               D7
The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
                     D7                     G    
They had an intellectual caliber, he hoped
that she would see.

      Em                            Am
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
       C
He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she
 G G/f#
lay,
           Em                Am
But the unspoken thing they both knew,
              C
Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget
         D
in just ten minutes.

      G            Em         C
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her 
               D     C           G
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,
      G            Em         C
Her tears have not truly been dried until her 
               D     C           G
tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.

	G			D7
He was beginning to irritate so she made him go away,
	D7			G
The smallest cruelest insults she ignored his subtle ways.
	G			D7
The deftly silence let him know his efforts were in vain,
	D7			G
Did the words ever exist and if so could he find them.

      Em                            Am
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
       C
He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she
 G G/f#
lay,
           Em                Am
But the unspoken thing they both knew,
              C
Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget
         D
in just ten minutes.



      G            Em         C
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her 
               D     C           G
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,
      G            Em         C
Her tears have not truly been dried until her 
               D     C           G
tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.

      G            Em         C
Her body has not truly been stripped till her
               D     C           G
clothes have been ripped by his nail bitten 
   G
fingers,
      G            Em         C
Her beauty has not truly been seen till her 
               D     C           G
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes.
      G            Em         C
and oh, on the loneliest of nights
               D     C           G
he will never hold her tight he will never kiss her eyelids