Intro: C# C#7 F# C# C#7 F# C# C#7 F# C# Thereʼs a young girl with her old man whoʼs too sick to mention C# C#7 F# C# Sheʼll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widowʼs pension C# C#7 F# C# But he couldnʼt catch a common cold he couldnʼt get arrested C# C#7 Too terrified to answer back F# C#7 Too tired to have resisted F# B Many hands make light work F# Shorthand makes life easy B When heʼs out on night work F# Make sure no one sees me C# It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises G#7 A change is better than a rest Silly beggars canʼt be choosers Chorus: F# C# One of a thousand pities you canʼt categorize F# G# A#m There are ten commandments of love F# C# When will you realise There are ten commandments of love G# F# D#m D#m7 I believe, I trust, I promise, I wish loveʼs just a throwaway kiss C# In this Pidgin English If youʼre so wise use your lips and your eyes B Take it to the bridge she sighs C# C#7 F# C# You go cheep cheep cheep between bulls-eyes and bluster C# C#7 Stiff as your poker face F# C# Keener than mustard C# C#7 F# C# From your own back yard to the land of exotica C# C#7 F# C#7 From the truth society to neurotic erotica F# B Silence is golden F# Money talks diamonds and ermine F# B Thereʼs a word in Spanish F# Italian and German C# In sign language, morse code, semaphore and gibberish G#7 Have you forgotten how to say it In your Pidgin English? Chorus. C# PS I love you
