Sometime’s it’s fun to replace the E→E7 transition
at the end of each phrase with a single E7#9
Intro, played slowly
| Fmaj7 | G | Fmaj7 | G |
| Am | G |
| Dig if you will the | picture |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| Of you and I en | gaged in a | kiss |
| G | |
| The sweat from your body it | covers me |
| E | E7 | |
| Can you my darling, | can you | picture this? |
| Am | G |
| Dream if you can a | courtyard |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| An ocean of | violets in | bloom |
| G | |
| Animals strike | curious poses |
They feel the heat
| E | E7 | |
| The | heat between | me and you |
| Am | G |
| How can you just leave me | standing? |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| Alone in a | world that’s so | cold? (so cold) |
| G | |
| Maybe I’m just too | demanding |
| E | E7 | |
| Maybe I’m just like my | father | too bold |
| Am | G |
| Maybe you’re just like my | mother |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| She’s never | satis | fied (she’s never satisfied) |
| G | |
| Why do we scream at each | other |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| This is what it sounds like | when | doves cry |
| Am | G |
| Touch if you will my | stomach |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| Feel how it | trembles in | side |
| G | |
| You’ve got the butter | flies all tied up |
Don’t make me chase you
| E | E7 |
| Even | doves have pride |
| Am | G |
| How can you just leave me | standing? |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| Alone in a | world that’s so | cold? (so cold) |
| G | |
| Maybe I’m just too | demanding |
| E | E7 | |
| Maybe I’m just like my | father | too bold |
| Am | G |
| Maybe you’re just like my | mother |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| She’s never | satis | fied (she’s never satisfied) |
| G | |
| Why do we scream at each | other |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| This is what it sounds like | when | doves cry |
Do the first half of this chorus quiet and rubato...
| Am | G |
| How can you just leave me | standing? |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| Alone in a | world that’s so | cold? (so cold) |
| G | |
| Maybe I’m just too | demanding |
| E | E7 | |
| Maybe I’m just like my | father | too bold |
| Am | G |
| Maybe you’re just like my | mother |
| Edim7 | Am | |
| She’s never | satis | fied (she’s never satisfied) |
| G | |
| Why do we scream at each | other |
| E | E7 | Am | |
| This is what it sounds like | when | doves cry |