Bb   D#
Mornington crescent, I think of you
Rain in the southeast, men feeling blue
Men in their bowlers, kids with their spats

Bb (x1333x@1)				GmLadies (355333@1)with chauffeurs, dogs wearing hats and jackets
	GmM7		Gm7			C7Rich (x32310@1)apartments, old punk posters, tartan garments
	D# (x43121@3)Bm (x24432@1)D# (x43121@3)BmI (x24432@1)love the exquisite array, I love the camp as camp parade
	Cm (x3101x@1)Dm (xx0231@1)	F (133211@1)name="chord_131241@1">F7
The possibilities suggest themselves to me


Bb   D#
Mornington crescent, the sun in the east
I've got a job on for a senegalese
rich arbitrator in African law
To paint his apartment

		Gm (355333@1)	GmM7
strip down the walls came down between us lately
	Gm7				C7 (x32310@1)name="chord_x43121@3">D#
Lust and want and need just caved in is it wise?
	Bm (x24432@1)	D# (x43121@3)	BmThe (x24432@1)answer's no, it never is but since you've asked
	Cm (x3101x@1)Dm (xx0231@1)	F (133211@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am
We pause thoughtfully for twenty seconds reprieve
	G#m (133111@4)CThen (x32010@1)it's off with the briefs


Mornington crescent, sin is my game
We'll all be lined up, irrelevant fame
Next to the broker, the nurse and the drunk
I was a joker, the wannabe punk, that got lucky
Had a good time, life became fruitless, egotistic
Swine to all your friends, all the ladies and the men
The possibilities suggest themselves to me, we're a little too free