VERSE:
Bb                     F
Press the doorbell and push the door
Ab                                 Bb      
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
Gm                              C
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
Gm                                    C
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound

Bb                      F
Watch the film , eat the food she cooked
Ab                                Bb
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
Gm                                C
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
Cm                                        F
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

            Bb                         Cm 
Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
        Bb                                    Gm              Cm
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
G                  Cm                        Gm
It's cold for the season down in the street below

Before Chorus

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CHORUS
Gm       
Men and women go about their business
Gm       
Picking up the last few things for Christmas
Cm
Trying not to step upon the pigeons
Cm
Praying to the gods of their religions
Cm
That they might be spared a little longer
Cm
That they might become a little stronger
Dm7         Cm7      F
Down in the street below

Gm
Everybody's on a secret mission
Gm
Everybody's got their own ambitions
Gm
They would tell you if they thought you'd listen
Cm
They would say how lately they've been wishing
Cm
For the chance to meet a handsome stranger
Cm
Lead a life of elegance and danger
Dm7         Cm7      F
Down in the street below
Dm7         Cm7      F
Down in the street below

VERSE
Bb                       F
Way up high in a phallic tower
Ab                                 Bb      
You're swimming in a tiny galaxy of stars
Gm                              C
Knocking back mojitos at the cocktail bar
Gm                              C
Talking 'bout burritos and conceptual art

Bb                       F
Your armchair's round and your glass is square
Ab                                Bb
The clientele's straight out of this month's Vanity Fair
Gm                                C
Well look around the place, something's not quite right
Cm                                        F
Yours is the only face that you don't recognize

Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
It's cold for the season down in the street below
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