CAPO 3

All chords relative to Capo

G       Am          Em         C
By your hand is the only end I foresee
G           Am              Em            C
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
G       Am          Em         C
By your hand is the only end I foresee
G           Am              Em            C
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

      C             G                C               G           C
I was sitting on my hands at the top deck of the 1-7-8, spitting cusses at my
G    C                           G              C                    G
face reflected in the windscreen pane. Throwing insults, and calling names. 
           C                             G      C              G           C
Filthy S-M-Ss that you sent through the day, by sundown become tame, so I set
               G
it in motion again.
              C
But fate's a cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world. She dresses 
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loosely in a bath robe with her hair up in curls. 'cause we were kissing for
                                               G
hours with her hands in my trousers, she could not contain herself suggests 
                              C                                    D
we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux: she vomits down
                   Em                                           C
my rental tux. I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been thinking of
               D                        Am
you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for

G       Am          Em         C
By your hand is the only end I foresee
G           Am              Em            C
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me
G       Am          Em         C
By your hand is the only end I foresee
G           Am              Em            C
I have been dreaming you've been dreaming about me

           Em   D           Em   D                  C                    B
And it's a good night for a fist fight because the dew will temper your fall.
                C                      Am
You'll sing me lullabies in form of yr cat calls.

               C 
And I've been dangling in limbo, barely keeping my cool. It's like I'm 
G
snookered 'tween the back cushion and touching the eight ball. I keep 
    C                                                          G
replaying my turn until your patience is shot. You peel your white gloves off 
                                     C                                    D
seductively before you respot. Your fingertips, leave marks and graze, I lay 
                             Em
you down atop the baize: I'm not sure if it's love anymore. But I've been 
C                          D                        Am
thinking of you fondly for sure. Remember what your heart is for

G                   Am                  Em               C
Graceful, gracious, companion with your eyes of doe, and thighs of stallion.