Tabbed by: Henk Stolker <stolker@stolker.nl>
Author: | John Cale & Lou Reed | |
Album: | Songs for Drella (1990) |
| | = 1 bar |....| = 1 bar, 4 counts A D E A A D I really care a lot although I look like I do not E A Since I was shot there's nobody but you A D I know I look blase, party Andy's what the papers say E A At dinner I'm the one who pays - for a nobody like you A D Nobody but you, a nobody like you E A Since I got shot there's nobody like you A Won't you decorate my house D I'll sit there quiet as a mouse E A You know me I like to look a lot - at nobody but you A I'll hold your hand and slap my face D I'll tickle you to your disgrace E A Won't you put me in my proper place - a nobody like you Sundays I pray a lot, I'd like to wind you up and paint your clock I want to be what I am not - for a nobody like you The bullet split my spleen and lung, the doctors said I was gone Inside I've got some shattered bone for nobody but you I'm still not sure I didn't die And if I'm dreaming I still have bad pains inside I know I'll never be a bride - to nobody like you I wish I had a stronger chin, my skin was good, my nose was thin This is no movie I'd ask to be in - with a nobody like you A D Nobody like you, a nobody like you, E (no chord) all my life, it's been nobodies like you