Roger Waters - 4.33 AM (Running Shoes)
Added to UG By Mikhailo (mikhailo_@mail.ru)
[Am] So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my r[F]unning shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal m[Am]agnets[F]
F[Am]ixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
Was the k[F]ind of a smile
That only a rather dull c[Am]hild could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the m[F]oonlight
B[Am]ut she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked f[F]ine
And w[Am]hen she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and m[F]e) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborg[Am]hini[F]
So we w[C]ent for a spin in the c[Am]ountry
To f[C]eel the wind in our h[Am]air
To f[C]eel the power of my [Am]engine
C Am C Am C...
To feel the thrill of desire
And th[F]en in the trees I h[C]eard a twig snap
W[F]arning lights flashed on my m[C]ap
I [F]opened my eyes and t[C]o my surpr[F]ise
Added to UG By Mikhailo (mikhailo_@mail.ru)
[Am] So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my r[F]unning shoes gripping the tarmac
Like gunmetal m[Am]agnets[F]
F[Am]ixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
Was the k[F]ind of a smile
That only a rather dull c[Am]hild could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the m[F]oonlight
B[Am]ut she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked f[F]ine
And w[Am]hen she turned sweeter
The reason (between you and m[F]e) was
She'd just seen my green Lamborg[Am]hini[F]
So we w[C]ent for a spin in the c[Am]ountry
To f[C]eel the wind in our h[Am]air
To f[C]eel the power of my [Am]engine
C Am C Am C...
To feel the thrill of desire
And th[F]en in the trees I h[C]eard a twig snap
W[F]arning lights flashed on my m[C]ap
I [F]opened my eyes and t[C]o my surpr[F]ise
