Intro: D D7 G D D7 G D D7 G D Thereʼs a young girl with her old man whoʼs too sick to mention D D7 G D Sheʼll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widowʼs pension D D7 G D But he couldnʼt catch a common cold he couldnʼt get arrested D D7 Too terrified to answer back G D7 Too tired to have resisted G C Many hands make light work G Shorthand makes life easy C When heʼs out on night work G Make sure no one sees me D It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises A7 A change is better than a rest Silly beggars canʼt be choosers Chorus: G D One of a thousand pities you canʼt categorize G A Bm There are ten commandments of love G D When will you realise There are ten commandments of love A G Em Em7 I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish loveʼs just a throwaway kiss D In this Pidgin English If youʼre so wise use your lips and your eyes C Take it to the bridge she sighs D D7 G D You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster D D7 Stiff as your poker face G D Keener than mustard D D7 G D From your own back yard to the land of exotica D D7 G D7 From the truth society to neurotic erotica G C Silence is golden G Money talks diamonds and ermine G C Thereʼs a word in Spanish G Italian and German D In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish A7 Have you forgotten how to say it In your Pidgin English? Chorus. D PS I love you
