BbCFBb
I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
BbCFBb
And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
BbCF
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
Bb
Is that sweetness for me,
BbCF
And where did I find these eyes that I found,
Bb
They will surely let me down.
BbFGm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
DEm
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
FBb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
BbFGm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
DEmFBb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
BbCFBb
There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child,
BbCFBb
And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
BbCFBb
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
BbCFBb
And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun.
BbFGm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
DEm
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
FBb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
BbFGm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
DEmFBb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
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