INTRO:
D D7 G D D7 G

D                             D7            G           D
There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention
          D                D7         G                 D
She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension
       D                D7             G                 D
But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested
    D            D7
Too terrified to answer back
    G                D7
Too tired to have resisted
G               C
Many hands make light work
     G
Shorthand makes life easy
                 C
When he's out on night work
     G
Make sure no one sees me
   D
It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises
  A7
A change is better than a rest

Silly beggars can't be choosers

CHORUS:

G                                  D
One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
          G      A            Bm
There are ten commandments of love
G             D
When will you realise

There are ten commandments of love
A                                G                  Em        Em7
I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
D
In this Pidgin English

If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes
                          C
Take it to the bridge she sighs

D                  D7                 G         D
You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster
D               D7
Stiff as your poker face
G              D
Keener than mustard
          D        D7          G         D
>From your own back yard to the land of exotica
         D        D7          G       D7
>From the truth society to neurotic erotica
G             C
Silence is golden
            G
Money talks diamonds and ermine
          G       C
There's a word in Spanish
   G
Italian and German
   D
In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish
     A7
Have you forgotten how to say it

In your Pidgin English?

(chorus)

D
PS I love you
(and so on . . . )