A Bit Of You

Cm
A bit of you's the only drug I must 
abuse
Cm
A bit of you's the only substance I 
cannot refuse
G#              G
When I walk on Spring

[Verse 2]


Cm
Beneath the stink a bit of you is 
all I smell
Cm
Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask, 
"They sell?"
G#              G
When I walk on Spring

[Chorus]

C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7                              
And in fact there is just one other 
Fm
problem
A#m             C
You live up in Harlem

[Verse 3]

Cm
Of course I had no knowledge of this
 at the time
Cm
That came après July on the Upper 
West Side
G#           G
Waiting for the fall

[Verse 4]

Cm
When from the Battery on up to your 
front door
Continúa después del anuncio
Cm
From mother ship the rocket 
launching twister whores
G#      G
Would blow up it all

[Chorus]

C
Cause there ain't no style
C
No there ain't no style
C
Cause there ain't no style
C7                              
And in fact there is just one other 
Fm
problem
A#m             C
I would have spared Harlem

[2nd Chorus]


D#7       G#        F    
Affections sent, straight to 
           A#m              D#
Chekhov, say you need me
A#m                     G#       
Don't you need me, wait I thought
              F
 we were on Broadway
A#m                     C       
No, my daddy said so, "Still 
C7            Fm
outside of Moscow."

[Instrumental]

Fm              A#m  D#  C
Fm              A#m  D#  C

[2nd Chorus]

D#7       G#         F   
Affections sent, straight to 
     A#m            D#
Chekhov, say you need me
A#m                     G#       
Don't you need me, wait I thought
              F
 we were on Broadway
A#m             C               
No, my daddy said so, "Still 
C7            Fm
outside of Moscow."

[Verse 5]

Fm
And so the days creep up to my big 
final show
Fm
And not a word from you, the hours I
 must blow
A#m     C
So I walk and see

[Verse 6]

Fm
Upon the streets a faded island, 
press on eyes
Fm
A big old pool of you, zillions I 
realize
A#m     C
And just one of me

[Chorus]

F
Cause there ain't no style
F
No there ain't no style
F
Cause there ain't no style
F7                              
And in fact there is just one other 
A#m
problem
D#m             F
You've infected Harlem

[Otro]

Fm              G#             
Guess I won't be waiting, several 
C#
hours
C                       Fm
Before nightfall for that A train,
C#              C              F
Just the hiss of the Dune's band 
playin'.