Lyrical Lies

[Intro]
Bm G D/F# Aadd11
Bm G

[Verse 1]
D/F# Aadd11           Bm      G
           An old man gave me a tip,
he said
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"Don't waste your  time with politics",
Bm     G
he said
           D/F#      Aadd11       Bm G
"Just chase    skirts      instead
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And "Life is too    short,      and you're almost dead",
D/F#    Aadd11
he  said

[Pre-Chorus]
G
 "I met a woman once,
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gave  her my best shot
G
 But never did I talk,
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and   talk and talk
     Bm
If I had her back,
G D/F# Aadd11       Bm        G
             I'd be real as my age
D/F# Aadd11  Bm      G
           I so don't blame them,
D/F# Aadd11           Bm    G
           I wouldn't do the same
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           But I can blame them
    G
I'd sing her this”

[Chorus]
Aadd11    Bm             Aadd11
      And you want to be dressed in poetry
    G                  Aadd11
But imagery doesn't fit
    Bm           Aadd11
And you want resizing  
             G               Aadd11
But darling, dear, get a grip

[Verse 2]
Bm
G            D/F#   Aadd11                Bm    G
 And I think what I just  wrote is going over my head
D/F#    Aadd11                 Bm G
I'm stealing  lines from myself
               D/F# Aadd11              Bm G
And what I said           was never said
D/F# Aadd11            G
           It's just a lyrical lie

[Pre-Chorus]
Aadd11     G            Aadd11
      Made up in my mind

[Chorus]
Bm             Aadd11
You want to be dressed in poetry
    G                  Aadd11
But imagery doesn't fit
    Bm           Aadd11
And you want resizing  
             G               Aadd11
But darling, dear, get a grip

[Interlude]
       Bm
You're moving but not aware
       G
You're drowsy without a care
  D                       Aadd11
Except keeping your whites      behind your lids
    Bm
And your lids are your best canvas
  G                            D
I can only imagine what you're painting
            Aadd11
What you're painting
Bm                    G
  And your body on my mattress is proof
D                      Aadd11
 And your makeup on my pillow is proof
Bm           G                   D       Aadd11
  But do you think I’m telling you the truth?

[Pre-Chorus]
            G
It's just a lyrical lie
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      Made up in my mind

[Chorus]
Aadd11    Bm             Aadd11
      And you want to be dressed in poetry
    G                  Aadd11
But imagery doesn't fit
    Bm           Aadd11
And you want resizing  
             G               Aadd11
But darling, dear, get a grip
    Bm             Aadd11
And you want to be dressed in poetry
    G                  Aadd11
But imagery doesn't fit
    Bm           Aadd11
And you want resizing  
             G        Aadd11  Bm
But darling, dear, get      a grip