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INTRO RE SI SOL LA (X3)
D C#(once)
I know you don't come from here
SI
Believe me I'm very aware
SOL SOL/MI SOL
And I'm sorry
D C#(once)
But you were a sad little girl
SI
Who got caught up in this world
SOL
And I'm sorry, so sorry
LA
Sorry all the time
SI LA SOL
SOL LA
You think you're everything
SI SOL
Some broken hearted martyr queen
SOL LA SI
The reason for the setting sun
SI SOL
Believe me you're the only one
SOL
The only one
Chrus follows pattern: D A B G
She's the only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
Only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
RE LA SI SOL
Song then follows previous patterns
I tried to write a song
To rule out all the wrongs
And I'm sorry
Hey girl lets go on a date
See a movie or rollerskate
I'm sorry, so sorry
Better luck next time
You think you're everything
Some broken hearted disco queen
The reason for the setting sun
Believe me you're the only one
The only one
She's the only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
Only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
She's the only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
Only one who knows
So off the little queenie goes
To flaunt her ill-begotten diamonds
And her elevated nose
My numbers in her pocket
Told her "Call me up sometime"
Yeah there's just no pleasing queenie
Yeah since queenie lost her mind
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