Romance Is Boring

A                 Bm      F#m
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
           A                       
And we're scouring the Alps and the
   Bm   F#m
 Andes
             A                  
And if they die then it is on my 
  Bm   F#m
head
             A                     
They follow paw prints in the snow 
        Bm          F#m
to my throne, to my bed

[Chorus]
         A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
  D             F#m
waking still yawning
        A              Bm      
We're proving to each other that 
    D         F#m
romance is boring
  A              Bm           D  
Sure there are things I could do 
          F#m
if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m  
Prove to each other that romance
      D
 is boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x2

[Verse B]
A                        F#m
Start as you mean to continue;
Continúa después del anuncio
Eliminar anuncios
A           F#m        A
Complacent and self-involved
                         F#m
You're trying not to be nervous
A            F#m        A
If you were trying at all

[Verse A]
(A)                  Bm       
I will wake, I will bake phallic 
    F#m
cake
             A                  
Take your diffidence, make it my 
  Bm     F#m
clubhouse
          A                   
But my strength's within lies, 
       Bm        F#m
ventricle cauterized
          A                  
It's the way of living that I 
 Bm    F#m
espouse

[Chorus]
         A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
  D             F#m
waking still yawning
        A              Bm      
We're proving to each other that 
    D         F#m
romance is boring
  A              Bm           D  
Sure there are things I could do 
          F#m
if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m  
Prove to each other that romance
      D
 is boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x7

[Bridge]
A                               
We are two ships that pass in the 
   F#m
night
                           Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone
  C
 out to trawl
             D
Return nets empty, nothing at all

[Chorus]
         A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
  D             F#m
waking still yawning
        A              Bm      
We're proving to each other that 
    D         F#m
romance is boring
  A              Bm           D  
Sure there are things I could do 
          F#m
if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m  
Prove to each other that romance
      D
 is boring