Исполнитель: | Smokie (English) |
Пользователь: | John Brown |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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[Verse 1]
A D A D
I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me,
A D Bm E
She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free,
A D A D
She told me she would call me or leave a message at the door,
Bm E A D A D
And left me wondering what I was in for.
[Verse 2]
A D A D
By the next time that I saw her I had clean forgot her name
A D Bm E
And without her fancy make-up she just didn't look the same,
A D A D
So I totally ignored her and she sadly turned away,
Bm E A
And through sympathy I told her she could stay.
[CHORUS]
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
No one wants your love at all,
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
Now you're heading for a fall,
D
And you really think your're something,
A E
you know all the things to do
F#m D
But poor lady, just a baby,
E A D A D
There's a hundred more like you.
[Verse 3]
A D
Now for two weeks more she was at my door,
A D
She would stay with me for days,
A D Bm E
As a lover she was frightening in so many different ways,
A D A D
But when it came to conversation she was totally absurd,
Bm E A
Oh she'd sit for hours and never say a word.
[CHORUS]
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
No one wants your love at all,
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
Now you're heading for a fall,
D
And you really think your're something,
A E
you know all the things to do
F#m D
But poor lady, just a baby,
E A D A D
There's a hundred more like you.
[Verse 4]
A D A D
She spends her days in different ways, still trying to be hip,
A D Bm E
And at night she'll find she'll lose her mind, at a club along the strip,
A D A D
When her money goes she always knows she got something she can sell,
Bm E A
It's the one thing that she really can do well.
[CHORUS]
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
No one wants your love at all,
F#m A
Oh poor lady, midnight baby,
C#m E
Now you're heading for a fall,
D
And you really think your're something,
A E
you know all the things to do
F#m D
But poor lady, just a baby,
E A D A D
There's a hundred more like you.