Intro: D C
then D C G
D C G D
Had my dream, I held your hand on that broad avenue
D C G D
We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew
C G D
We left your man alone in drag, laughin' there at us
D C G D
A romantic bust, of blunder, turned explosive blunderbuss
D C G
An ancient grand old hotel of Persian thread and ivory
When your man would turn his head, I'd see you look at me
Pools of brown and sea of red and demons in your pocket
That same romance performed a dance inside a silver locket
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Corner exit, not tall enough to walk out standin' straight
Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gate
You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to
You took me to a public place to quietly blend into
Such a trick pretending not to be doin' what you want to do
But seems like everybody does this every waking moment
I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed
Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded
So selfish them would be their cry and who'd be brave to argue
Doin' what two people need is never on the menu