My Madonna

 G
Your visions been blessed if I'm 
still fully dressed,
    C
but before you leave me, here's one 
last request,
     G
Well no I don't care, no I don't 
mind,
       Em                          
if you don't hear a word from this 
Am
broke heart of mine.
          G           Em           
But can I borrow your face just to 
Am
unload my mind,
G           Em           Am
borrow your face just to unload my 
mind.

            G
Well now I know I'm pathetic, I'm 
the sage of absurd,
       C
but I won't violate you with touch 
but with words,
            G
but there's no need to ask, shut 
your mouth, raise a glass,
         Em                      
but the youth that you drink to's 
     Am
already the past.
         G          Em          
And the boy on your arm girl, you 
   Am
know he won't last,
     G          Em             Am
the boy on your arm girl, you know 
he won't last.

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       G
My Madonna's undressin', her robes 
are all torn,
       C                         
and I swear that she's callin' my 
   G
name.

but for all her caresses, my senses 
are worn,
     Em                         Am
the feelin' is gone, and sweet 
                             G
lady, you just don't taste the same.

G
And I'll drink just to drive, if my 
love don't arrive,
         C
I don't wanna survive, I don't wanna
 survive,
     G
and all that I know is, I smile just
 for show,
    Em                       Am
and nobody's listenin', but everyone
 knows.
         G            Em          
So just sit back and watch while 
   Am
my memory corrodes,
 G            Em              Am
sit back and watch, while my memory 
corrodes.


       G
And I curse my own comfort for the 
deaf and the blind,
             C
'cause it's dark as a dungeon way 
down in my mind.
       G
And I wake on the floor with my 
country at war,
       Em                     
and I wish I could care but my 
  Am
liver's too sore.
        G          Em         Am
And if liquor's a lover, you know 
I'm a whore,
    G          Em         Am
if liquor's a lover, you know I'm a 
whore.

      G
My Madonna's undressin', her robes 
are all torn,
       C                         
and I swear that she's callin' my 
   G
name.

but for all her caresses, my senses 
are worn,
     Em                         Am
the feelin' is gone, and sweet 
                             G
lady, you just don't taste the same.