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INTRO
D D7 G D D7 G
D D7 G D
There's a young girl with her old man who's too sick to mention
D D7 G D
She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension
D D7 G D
But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested
D D7
Too terrified to answer back
G D7
Too tired to have resisted
G C
Many hands make light work
G
Shorthand makes life easy
C
When he's out on night work
G
Make sure no one sees me
D
It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises
A7
A change is better than a rest
Silly beggars can't be choosers
CHORUS
G D
One of a thousand pities you can't categorize
G A Bm
There are ten commandments of love
G D
When will you realise
There are ten commandments of love
A G Em Em7
I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish love's just a throwaway kiss
D
In this Pidgin English
If you're so wise use your lips and your eyes
C
Take it to the bridge she sighs
D D7 G D
You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster
D D7
Stiff as your poker face
G D
Keener than mustard
D D7 G D
From your own back yard to the land of exotica
D D7 G D7
From the truth society to neurotic erotica
G C
Silence is golden
G
Money talks diamonds and ermine
G C
There's a word in Spanish
G
Italian and German
D
In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish
A7
Have you forgotten how to say it
In your Pidgin English?
(chorus)
D
PS I love you
(and so on . . . )
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