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Some of the lyrics, marked with '*', are unintelligible.  If you have any
idea what they are, please get back to me.  --AWR


                     "Maid Of Sugar, Maid Of Spice"
                       (R. Weiss - K. Henderson)

Intro:

	Bb7
	 / / / /  / / / /

	Bb  Ab   Eb  F    Bb  C#   Ab  Bb   [2X]
	/ / / /  / / / /  / / / /  / / / /

Verse 1:

	     Bb Ab         Bb   Ab      Bb      Ab        Bb    Ab
	You see my little angel   come walkin' down the street
	            Bb      Ab  Bb       Ab           Bb    Ab       Bb   Ab
	You better keep your * sidewalk stuck on the bottom of your feet
	      Eb        C#     Eb    C#     Eb       C#  Eb  C#
	She looks just like a model from a Cavalier magazine
	     Bb       Ab      Bb     Ab      Bb     Ab       Bb   Ab
	She gives me all her lovin' and she never treats me mean
	     F
	She don't drop names or * about things that she don't know
	       Bb     Ab       Bb     Ab     Bb  Ab  Bb  Ab
	She's always ready to make it to a *

Chorus:

	 Bb    Eb
	She's just like Queen *, maid of sugar, maid of spice
	                                                              F
	I call my baby Peggy, I'll have you know she - she treats me nice

	Bb  Ab   Eb  F    Bb  C#   Ab  Bb   [2X, after each chorus]
	/ / / /  / / / /  / / / /  / / / /

Verse 2:

	You see my new angel when she's out with me at night
	You better know yourself a doctor, she'll really put you uptight
	She'll smile as you watch her, laugh when you blow your head
	She's a human heart attacker, you better go home straight to bed
	She phones me every morning just to see that I'm all right
	She's with me every evening, she loves me with all her might

[repeat chorus]

Verse 3:

	You see this long-haired angel on my pony made of golden steel
	She's the new high that rides with me and she really is for real
	She loves me in the nighttime, loves me in the morning bright
	Her mind is never foggy, she does her thinkin' out in the light
	She could get herself a banker to buy her the Promised Land
	But she knows you don't buy happiness on the time installment plan

[repeat chorus; end cold on Bb]


-- another ace 60's tab from Andrew Rogers