Акорди та текст пісні «Song For Whoever», «Beautiful South»

# : 95/10/15 C#m F#m D E I Love you from the bottom, of my pencil case C#m F#m D E I love you in the songs, I write and sing F#m D E Love you because, you put me in the rightful place C#m F#m D E And I love the PRS checks, that you bring A E Cheap, never cheap Bm E I'll sing the songs 'till you're asleep E F#m When you've gone upstairs I'll creep D E And write it all down A F#m D E Oh Shirley, Oh Deborah, Oh Julie, Oh Jane F#m I wrote so many songs about you D E I forget your name (I forget you name) A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too C#m I forget your name F#m D E C#m F#m D E F#m D E C#m F#m D E C#m F#m D E I love you from the bottom of my pencil case C#m F#m D E I love the way you never ask me why F#m D E I love to write about each wrinkle on your face C#m F#m D E And I love you 'till my fountain pen runs dry A E Deep so deep, Bm E The number one I hope to reap C#m F#m Depends upon the tears you weap, D E So cry lovely cry, cry A F#m D E Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue F#m You made me so much money, D E I wrote this song for you A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too F#m D E C#m F#m D E F#m D E C#m F#m D E A F#m D E Oh Cathy, Oh Alison, Oh Philippa, Oh Sue F#m You made me so much money, D E I wrote this song for you A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too A F#m D E Jennifer, Allison, Philippa, Sue, Deborah, Annabel, too F#m D E C#m F#m D E F#m D E C#m F#m D E A F#m So let me talk about Mary, a sad story D E Turned her grief into glory A F#m So let me talk about Mary, a sad story D E Turned her grief into glory A F#m Late at night, by the typewriter light D E She ripped his ribbon to shreds A F#m Late at night, by the typewriter light D E She ripped his ribbon to shreds A F#m So let me talk about Mary, a sad story D E Turned her grief into glory A F#m So let me talk about Mary, a sad story D E Turned her grief into glory A F#m Late at night, by the typewriter light D E She ripped his ribbon to shreds A F#m Late at night, by the typewriter light D E She ripped his ribbon to shreds F#m D E C#m F#m D E F#m D E C#m F#m D E C#m I wrote this song for you Seite 1 von 5