Poses

 The yellow walls are lined with 
portraits,
Dm
 and I've got my new red fetching 
leather jacket
Dm6
 All these poses such beautiful 
poses,
G7
 makes any boy feel like picking up 
roses


 There's never been such grave a 
matter,
Dm
 as comparing our new brand name 
black sunglasses
Dm6
 All these poses such beautiful 
poses,
G7
 makes any boy feel as pretty as 
princes

Ponte:
 The green autumnal parks 
conducting,
A9
 all the  city streets a wondrous 
chorus singing
F
 All these poses oh how can you 
blame me,
G7
 life is a game and true love is a 
trophy

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Refrão:
    C    G7   C        Fmaj7
And you said, watch my head about it
     G7       C        Fmaj7     
Baby you said watch my head about
        G7
 it, my head about it
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no no 
C
kidding

 Reclined amongst these packs of 
reasons
Dm
 For to smokes the days away into 
the evenings
Dm6
 All these poses of classical 
torture
G7
 Ruined my mind like a snake in the 
orchard

 I did go from wanting to be someone
 now
Dm
 I'm drunk and wearing flip - flops 
on Fifth Avenue
Dm6
 Once you've fallen from classical 
virtue
G7
 Won't have a soul for to wake up 
and hold you

Ponte:
 In the green autumnal parks 
conducting
A9
 All the city streets a wondrous 
chorus
F
 Singing all these poses now no 
longer boyish
G7
 Made me a man ah but who cares what
 that it

Refrão:
    C    G7   C        Fmaj7
And you said, watch my head about it
     G7       C        Fmaj7     
Baby you said watch my head about
        G7
 it, my head about it
                                C
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no well
 you said
C        Fmaj7
Watch my head about it
     G7       C        Fmaj7     
Baby you said watch my head about
        G7
 it, my head about it
Oh no oh no oh no,  oh no oh no no 
C
kidding