C Em Am F

            C
Well we're here,
                         Em
We're at the common again,
                  Am
Smoked six of the 10 fags
                              F
That I only bought an hour ago

          C 
Said well I,
                         Em
I like the look of your shoes
                          Am
I like the way that your face looks
                         F
when I'm arguing with you

        Am
And so when
                  G
When we all grow old
                             F
I hope that this song will remind you 
                                C             G
That I'm not half as bad as what you've been told

         Am
When I knock
                  G
at a hundred and two
                 F
And I see your pyjamas
                           C G
I can't stop smiling at you

                         C
And that's why we're here
                     Em
we're at the common again
                       Am
I've been pouring my heart out 
                       F
towards your optimistic grin

          C
Said well I, I
                          Em
I like the cut of your jib
                          Am
I like the way that your face looks
                            F
when you're yapping on about him 
 
             Am
But on this shirt 
                  G
I found your smell
                     F
I just sat there for ages              
                       C        G   
contemplating what to do with myself

           Am                  G    
called you up at a hundred and two
                       F
we just sat there for ages
                      
talking about that boy
         C            G
what was getting onto you, you


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