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E    A    
When she said,
        E          A                   E
'Don't waste your words, they're just lies,'
    A            E       A
I cried she was deaf.            
    E       A         E      A              E 
And she worked on my face until breaking my eyes,
      A                        E       A
Then said, 'What else you got left?'
       B7
It was then that I got up to leave
                        F#m   
But she said, 'Don't forget,
     E         A              E
Everybody must give something back
        A          E        A
For something they get.'
   
I stood there and hummed,
I tapped on her drum and asked her how come.
And she buttoned her boot,
And straightened her suit,
Then she said, 'Don't get cute.'
So I forced my hands in my pockets
And felt with my thumbs,
And gallantly handed her
My very last piece of gum.

She threw me outside,
I stood in the dirt where ev'ryone walked.
And after finding I'd
Forgotten my shirt,
I went back and knocked.
I waited in the hallway, she went to get it,
And I tried to make sense
Out of that picture of you in your wheelchair
That leaned up against . . .

Her Jamaican rum
And when she did come, I asked her for some.
She said, 'No, dear.'
I said, 'Your words aren't clear,
You'd better spit out your gum.'
She screamed till her face got so red
Then she fell on the floor,
And I covered her up and then
Thought I'd go look through her drawer.

And, when I was through
I filled up my shoe
And brought it to you.
And you, you took me in,
You loved me then
You didn't waste time.
And I, I never took much,
I never asked for your crutch.
Now don't ask for mine. 

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Outras Transcrições

Teclado
Guitarra
Cavaquinho

Músicas Em Destaque
Ancho de Espadas
On Jase de Toi
They Do, They Don't
Um Anjo Veio Me Falar
Loteria de Babilônia
Never Love Again
Private Dancer
Here Today
King of love
Proteção
Eu que não amo você
Pretty Woman
Demolición
Staple It Together
Treasures In Heaven
Zoo na Cozinha
Only Wanna Be With You
Me cuesta creer
Carta
Mares da Saudade

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