A Night At The Roses

F                          Am

You should see yourself



F                        Am

When will you grow up?



F                    C                     Bb               F

Every knob you twist on that machine is like a crutch



F                        Am

But I was just the fool



F                        Am

You'd been waiting for



F                          C                       Bb                     F

Who says we can't touch ourselves to keep from getting bored?



C                   Bb                       F

Nothing else is touching, that's for sure



Bb                               F

A ring around the Roses





F                           Am

But I will watch you play



F                          Am

I come here every night



F                     C                   Bb                   F

It's just me, the bartender, the waitress and the lights



C                    Bb               F

Shining on you, not getting it right



C                    Bb                     F

We clap not for you, but for your kind





Bb

A ring around the Roses



F

Everybody poses



Bb

Threats and then backs down



F

The second you put clothes on



Bb

A ring around the Roses



F

Everybody knows it



Bb

I will sing your fears if



F

You sing my neurosis





F                                Am

And you should back out now



F                    Am

Not a night too soon



F                   C                        Bb                   F

I’ll still be here when the last poor soul has left the room



C                          Bb                    F

Standing round just like a good friend should



C            Bb                       F

Smiling as if your songs were good





Bb

A ring around the Roses



F

Everybody poses



Bb

Threats and then backs down



F

The second you put clothes on



Bb

A ring around the Roses



F

Everybody knows it



Bb

I will sing your fears if



F

You sing my neurosis





F                         Am

And I sat there for hours



F                   Am

Waiting on the curb



F                        C                Bb               F

Thinking you might like a flower from a pretty girl



C                      Bb                     F

A ring around the waitress from the verse



C                  Bb                    F

A ring of fire around the Roses' door





C              Bb                      F

Put it on before you lose your nerve



C                      Bb                     F

Put your hands together and they'll hurt



C                      Bb                     F

Put your hands together and they'll hurt



C                      Bb                     F

Put your hands together and they'll hurt



C                      Bb                     F

Put your hands together and they'll hurt



C                      Bb                     F

Put your hands together and they'll hurt



C                            Bb                F

Make your sound that no one's ever heard



C                            Bb                F

Make your sound that no one's ever heard



C                   Bb                  F

And I hope we get what we deserve