The Pluck Song

         Am      G#dim   Am      
There's only one way to please 
              G7                 C
her, I have to pluck her, with my 
tweezer.

       C                      G7
If I wanna go out, cuz the afternoon
 is sunny

  C                            
That's when she says, "Come on, 
   G7
pluck me honey."

   Am                            
I pluck, and pluck, and pluck and 
            G7        Am
think I'm done, and then

 D7                            
That's when she says, "Come on, 
   G7       C
pluck me again."

       C                        
This pluck, pluck, plucking is a 
  G7
source of stress:

  C                         
Forget just once and she's a 
    G7
plucking mess.

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   Am                          
I pluck her on a Sunday and she 
   G7        Am
looks real nice

  D7                            G7
Monday comes along, I have to 
        C
pluck her twice.

  F                        Fm
Pluck her in the morning. Pluck her 
all the day.

  D#                         
Pluck her in the evening, til 
           D#m   G#m      Bb
there's nothing left to say.

    C                          
Sometimes I'm forced to wonder, 
          G7
"Have I just run out of luck?"

      C                            
Does she love me for me, or does 
   G7
she just love to get plucked?

      Am                      
Just once, I'd like to keep my 
         G7      Am
tweezer on the shelf.

      D7                           
Just once, I'd like to say, "Honey,
   G7        C
 pluck yourself."

     F                         
My friends say I"m such a lucky 
   Fm
plucker.

       C                D7
True enough, I have to say.

         F                 G7
If her beard did not grow back,

                C
I'd pluck her anyway.

                 F            C   
(Well, look at her--wouldn't you?)
  G7  C