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
C Em Am F
C
