Poems

Intro Emaj7 Verse 1 Emaj7 F#m Emaj7 Mary packed her bags and left home on a Christmas Eve F#m EmajF#m For sea soaked skies and dashing lads with cars Emaj7 F#m Emaj7 An actress orphaned by the social constructs of her art school F#m Emaj7 A victim of their esoteric rule F#m EmajF#m So pretentious that she almost thought it cool But all you'd hear is Chorus E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la Verse 2 Emaj7 F#m Emaj7 Purpose was a vague ideal that she would always talk on F#m Emaj7 Till she fell in love with the salesman from TV F#m EF#m7 Yeah, she fell in love with a salesman from TV While all of Hollywood sang Chorus E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la Bridge Emaj7 Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Emaj7 Pearly, pretty prize, and a ribbon box of sighs F#m In a collared shirt She thought it wouldn't hurt Emaj7 Certain love of mine with the palest blue eyes F#m In a collared shirt I thought it couldn't hurt Emaj7 Wood flavored kiss taste the concrete of this F#m It really f**ked with me, it really f**ked with me Emaj7 California eyes are a death witch from design F#m You really f**ked with me Outro E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la E La, la la la la F#m La la la la la, la la E La, la la la la A EEmaj7 La la la la la, la la