Bad Cover Version

D                          Em    
The word's on the street: you've 
                A
found someone new.
D                          Em    
If he looks nothing like me I'm 
             A
so happy for you.
C                A                
I heard an old girlfriend has 
D        F#
turned to the church -
C                A           
she's trying to replace me, but 
                D
it'll never work.
                          Bm
'Cos every touch reminds you of just
 how sweet it could have been
Em                            
And every time he kisses you it 
  G
leaves behind the
                              D
bitter taste of saccharine.

[Verse 2]
D                           Em   
A bad cover version of love is 
                A
not the real thing.
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D                           Em   
Bikini-clad girl on the front who
              A
 invited you in.
C                    A           
Such great disappointment when 
             D            F#
you got him home -
                    C          A  
the original was so good; the one 
               D
you no longer own.
                        Bm
And every touch reminds you of just 
how sweet it could have been
Em                              G
And every time he kisses you, you 
get the taste of saccharine.
         D                         
It's not easy to forget me, it's so
 Bm
 hard to disconnect
               Em                  
When it's electronically 
     G           D
reprocessed to give a more life-like
 effect.

[Chorus]
(Not really sure of the chord here 
probably G)
Aah, sing your song about all the 
sad imitations that
              D
got it so wrong
D                                 
It's like a later "Tom & Jerry" 
        Em
when the two of them
could talk
         A                G
Like the Stones since the Eighties, 
like the last days
           D
of Southfork.
D                                 
Like "Planet of the Apes" on TV, 
    Em
the second side of "'Til the Band 
Comes in"
          A
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes:
 he's going to let
                D
you down my friend.