Intro: Bm – G – D – A  (2x)

Verse One:
     Bm    G
An old man gave me a tip he said
         D   A                          Bm  G
"Don't waste your time with politics" he said
         D      A       
"Just chase skirts instead"
Bm G                D    A                 Bm G           D     A
      "And life is too short, and you're almost dead" he said
    G                A
"I met a woman once, gave her my best shot"
 G                       A
"But never did I talk and talk and talk"
Bm              G D A    Bm          G             D A
"If I had her back,      I'd be as real as my age"
Bm           G     D A     Bm           G        D  A
"I so don't blame them,      I wouldn't do the same"
Bm           G     A      Bm        G   A
"But I can blame them, I'd sing her this"


Chorus:
Bm                  A    
And you want to be dressed in poetry
G                   A
But imagery doesn't fit
Bm               A
And you want resizing
             G             A
But darling dear get a grip

Verse Two:
Bm – G                D A                              Bm G
         And I think what I just wrote is going over my head
D    A                 Bm    G
I'm stealing lines from myself
D                A      Bm  G     D  A
And what I said was never said
G                A
It's just a lyrical lie
G                A
Made up in my mind


Chorus:
Bm                  A    
And you want to be dressed in poetry
G                   A
But imagery doesn't fit
Bm               A
And you want resizing
             G             A
But darling dear get a grip


Bridge:
Bm
You're moving but not aware
G
You're drowsy without a care
D                                  A
Except keeping your whites behind your lids
Bm
And your lids are your best canvas
G                  D                     A
I can only imagine what you're painting, what you're painting
Bm                   G
And your body on my mattress is proof
D                     A
And your makeup on my pillow is proof
Bm          G                  D      A
But do you think I am telling you the truth

G                      A
It's just a lyrical lie
G                A
Made up in my mind

Chorus:
Bm                  A    
And you want to be dressed in poetry
G                   A
But imagery doesn't fit
Bm               A
And you want resizing
             G         A
But darling dear get a grip

Bm                  A    
And you want to be dressed in poetry
G                   A
But imagery doesn't fit
Bm               A
And you want resizing
       G             A Bm
But darling dear get a grip