• Song:

    Little Girl

  • Artist:

    Pulp

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Little Girl (with Blue Eyes) by PULP
Transcribed by Dave Twisleton
kauy6@central.sussex.ac.uk

LITTLE GIRL (WITH BLUE EYES)

[INTRO]

(A Bm C#m Bm) x2

[Verse 1]

...Bm               A (x02220@1)                 Bm (x24432@1)     You're just a   little girl with blue eyes

C#m (x13321@4)      Bm (x24432@1)         A (x02220@1)     Bm (x24432@1)       C#m (x13321@4)  BmEverybody (x24432@1)looks at you    (well it's your day)

            A (x02220@1)              BmAnd (x24432@1)you're stepping from the black car

      C#m (x13321@4)             Bm (x24432@1)     AThat (x02220@1)you'll be getting back into

     Bm (x24432@1)     C#m (x13321@4)  Bm (x24432@1)  A(and (x02220@1)on your way)

[CHORUS]

A (x02220@1)                                      C#m (x13321@4)        D (xx0232@1)  Little girl with Blue Eyes there's a hole in your heart

     C#And (x43121@1)one between your legs

A (x02220@1)                                      C#m (x13321@4)        D (xx0232@1)  You've never had to wonder which one he's going to fill

     C#In (x43121@1)spite of what he said

A (x02220@1)           G# (xx1114@1)G (320003@1)F# (244322@1)name="chord_133211@1">F           A (x02220@1)  You'll ne-ver get a-way hey hey hey

            G# (xx1114@1)name="chord_320003@1">G  F# (244322@1)F (133211@1)             EYou'll (022100@1)give it up one day, come what may.

[Intro]
[Verse 2]
Dad's not got a shotgun
But his look's enough to murder you
(see what you've done)
And forget about the paintings
'Cause you'd better get the washing done
(somethings wrong)


[CHORUS]

(A   C#m  Bm) x2
(A   C#m  Bm  C#m Bm) x3  (It think!)

Face down on the pavement
Chalk lines round your little hands
(hit and run)
And now a mother sits in silence
In a darkness she can't understand
(where you've gone)

[CHORUS]

[end on] A

(those ^M 's shouldn't be there, it's just my computer's dodgy!)

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