Intro:  D  C  
  
then D C G  

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Had my dream, I held your hand on that broad avenue  
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We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew  
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We left your man alone in drag, laughin' there at us  
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A romantic bust, of blunder, turned explosive blunderbuss  

D C G  

An ancient grand old hotel of Persian thread and ivory  
When your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me  
Pools of brown and sea of red and demons in your pocket  
That same romance performed a dance inside a silver locket  

Da, da, da, da  
Da, da, da, da  

Corner exit, not tall enough to walk out standin' straight  
Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gate  
You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to 
You took me to a public place to quietly blend into  
Such a trick pretending not to be doin' what you want to do  
But seems like everybody does this every waking moment  

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed  
Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded  
So selfish them would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue  
Doin' what two people need is never on the menu