Out Of My Mind

Gm                  C
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
      Dm                           Bb
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
Gm                                C
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
     Dm                       Bb
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
F                   C             Dm               Bb
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
F                  C           Dm    Bb
I just need this stage to be seen.
F              C             Dm              Bb
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
        F        C           Dm      Bb
Hold my eye and know what it means.


[ refrain : Cm - C - Dm - Bb ]
I'm out of my mind.

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.

I'm out of my mind.