Don't Forget Whose Legs You're On

Cm
The painted faces congregate
Bb              Cm
In the mating season
      Cm
The second homes
     Cm
They go alone
Bb             Cm
In no rush to leave 'em

                 Fm
And there's a fountain

And a scimitar
 G             Cm
Shaped yellow light
    Fm               G
That picks you up
                    Cm
And cuts you down to size

Ponte: Cm  F  G

Cm
The people there
Cm
And the furniture
Bb              Cm
Start to seem important
       Cm
And a whole lot more
     Cm
You catch the floor
         Bb        Cm                 Fm
With a vivid and absorbant sharpened arc
        G
Like the scimitar
Cm            Fm
Shaped yellow light
                   G
That picks you up
                     Cm
And cuts you down to size
                        Cm
I had questions for the tap dancer
          Cm
Sat on my lap
              Bb                      Cm
And she had child proof caps on her answers

Stolen blower blow me a stone
     Bb                     Cm
And show me that handsome enhancer
           Fm
She had a rock on her throttle
       Fm
And a brown glass bottle full of
G          Cm
Shavings from the sun
          Fm
Although those shoes affect your step
        G            Cm 
Don't forget, whose legs you're on

                 Fm
And there's a fountain

And a scimitar
 G             Cm
Shaped yellow light
    Fm               G
That picks you up
                    Cm
And cuts you down to size

( Cm  F  G ) (2x)