E5             G5                F#5              B5
My art school babe with your palette-knives and brushes
 E5       G5               F#5                    B5
Painted face, Egyptian eyebrows and bright red lips
 G5          A5                   B5                  F#5
Pale white make-up, tight black skirts like Juliette Greco
                            E5               G5
And there's me quoting pretentious chat up lines
             F#5                                  B5  (bend)
>From Marcel Proust, Jean Cocteau and Jean-Paul Sartre


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Sitting by a gasfire in a drafty bedsit
 E5              G5                 F#5                      B5  Riff 1
The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint
              G5           A5       B5                      F#5
And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
         E5            G5            F#5               B5    (n.c.)
But the room starts moving as she starts to get me stoned


            A5            G5        A5              G5
I close my eyes and give in, the room goes in a spin
    E5                                                   Riff 2
My lips are dry, I wander around with a ridiculous grin
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I grovel on the floor, I think ha ha ha "Yeah I think I can make her"
        B5                             C5                  B5
Then I wake up and realize I've been kissing the refrigerator

Art school chaps with creative grand illusions

My sketch pad at the ready, my eager charcoal in my hand

Boring the world for hours with political theories

Just to impress anyone who listens while my art school babe
(n.c.)       E5              A5             E5
Just puts another inch of make-up on her face


 Riff 3 (slowly)      A5     G5            A5                 G5
And she says to me: "Arty farty, you'll never fool your Auntie
      E5 (n.c.)
Who knew you when you picked your nose and wet your pants"
                       Riff 4 (fast)
How did she know that?
 A5     G5       A5               G5
Arty farty, I try to throw a party
      B5                          C5         B5    C5  B5  C5 B5
To impress my peers I struck a creative stance

Art school cat, ah, I was really on a mission

I made my play for my art school babe

By humming jazz tunes with words by Furlinghetti

I thought I was ever so cool

 (slow down)

But I was really such an obvious, pretentious, irritating little fool
        E5    A5     E5    (bend) E5 G5 F#5 F5 E5  E5
For my art school babe


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