102

      C                   Em
Well we're here, we're at the common
 again
        Am                         
Smoked 6 of the 10 fags that I only 
F
bought an hour ago
      C                     Em
Said well I, I like the look of your
 shoes
                 Am                
I like the way that your face looks
    F
 when I'm arguing with you

    Am7            G
And so when, when we all grow old
               F                
I hope this song will remind you 
         C             G
that I'm not half as bad as what 
you've been told
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   Am7      G
When I knock, at 102
        F                    C  
I see your pyjamas and can't stop 
   G
smiling at you

          C               Em
And that's why when, we're at the 
common again
              Am              
I've been pouring my heart out 
      F
towards your optimistic grin
      C                       Em
Said well I, I, I like the cut of 
your jib
                  Am               
I like the way that your face looks
         F
 when you're yapping on about him

         Am7             G
But on this shirt, I found your 
smell
                  F          
And I just sat there for ages 
     C       G
contemplating what to do, with 
myself
         Am7     G
I called you up, at 102
                 F            
And we just sat there for ages 
            C        G
talking about that boy what was 
getting onto you
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You