How Many Friends

Intro: F     Gm     Eb      Bb  

Gm7   F

F                Gm
  I'm feelin' so good right now
          Eb                    Bb
There's a handsome boy tells me 
    Gm7         F
how I changed his past
             Gm
He buys me a brandy
Eb                    Bb          
  Or could it be he's really just 
Gm7      F
after my ass?
             Gm
He likes the clothes I wear
Eb                   Bb     Gm7 
  He says he likes a man to 
     F
dress in season
           Gm               Eb    
But no one else ever stares, he's 
            Bb
being so kind
Gm7           C|-->
What's the reason?

{Chorus}

C         G             Am    F
 How many friends have I really got?
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                          G
 You can count 'em on one hand
C         G              Am     
 How many friends have I really 
F        G
got?
C         G              Am     F
 How many friends have I really got?
     Bb   F        Bb   F       
That love me, that want me, 
    Bb   F/A Gm Gm7 C
that'll take me  as I   am?

Suddenly it's a silver screen
And a face so beautiful that I have 
to cry out
Everybody hears me
Well, I look like a fool, now, if I 
try and I shy out
She knows all of my friends
But it's nice to find a woman who'll
 stay on late
But now I think I've reached the end
I wonder in the dead of night, how 
do I rate?

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Cm                 Cm/Bb
   It's all like a dream you know
            Bb                    
When you're still up early in the 
F
morning
Gm                    F      
    And you all sit together to 
             Eb
watch the sun come through
Cm                 Cm/Bb
  But things don't look so good
               Ab
When you could use a bit of warning
Fm                             
  Then you know that no one will 
       C/G                   G
ever speak the truth about you.

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When I first signed the contract, it
 was more than a handshake then
I know it still is, but there's a 
plain fact
We talk so much shit behind each 
other's backs, I get the willies
People know nothing about their own 
soft guts
So how come they can sum us up
Without suffering all the hype we've
 known
How come they bum us up

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