Cup Of Tea

Am              Dm  G           
Invisible company, a house of 
                   C
smoke and stale perfume
Am                            Dm  
She makes her seventh cup of tea, 
 G                              
I stalk desperately from room to 
   C
room
Am                       Dm 
Like two strangers on a train, 
    G                         C
neither one will hardly speak
Am                Dm             
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, 
G                              C 
she played the blues upon my 
      C7
grand piano
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Chorus:
F   G          C     G         
You skyjack my soul, hijack my 
Am       Dm        A7
screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
       F         G        C       
You’ve stolen my bank (?) million 
G      Am
dollar dreams
  Dm         G            C
Demanding my life as your ransom

Stamped her foot, clinched her fist,
 closed her  face and slashed her 
wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee 
around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, 
life’s become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, 
we’ve never been on holiday