Tom: D Intro: D C then D C G D C G D Hat and my dream, my head's up and on that broad avenue D C G D We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew D C G D We left your man alone and drag, nothin' there at us D C G D A romantic bust, a blundered son, an explosive blunderbuss D C G An ancient grand old ?, red and ivory When your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me Pool of brown and see of red demons in your pocket That sang romance and formed a dance inside your 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 mature in altitude 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 then would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue Doin' what you people need is never on the menu