[Dm]Sarah wrote [G]epistles on the [C]subject of [F]despair
[Dm]on the night last [G]year when there was [C]no love in the [F]air.
[Dm]Listen friend she [G]wrote, and I heard [C]her pen cry [F]before it broke.
[Dm]Who are we and [G]why, oh why can't we behave?[C][G][F]
[Dm]We are good people, [G]aren't we? Do you [C]know?
[Dm]Jon-jon had surprising eye[G]s and narrow black suede shows,[C][F]
[Dm]a war to fight in Paris and [G]a sister with th[C]e blues.[F]
[Dm]Puisque ton papa est en voy[G]age you heard your mother making[C][F]
[Dm]love is not wha[G]t we are Jon-jon, you[C] an[G]d I[F]
[Dm]are rats at cupids[G] table and we're fin[C]e.
[Dm]In the darkest cor[G]ner of a downstairs [C]gathering[F]
[Dm]ladybirds and pira[G]te cowboys, made up,[C] conversing.[F]
[Dm]Islands sinking fr[G]om musicians, bedtim[C]e stories, York[F] Magicians,
[Dm]but you don't h[G]ave to worry darling,[C] fr[G]ozen[F] hearts leave
[Dm]seethrough scarrin[G]g, and no one else w[C]ill know unless you tell.
[Dm]Drink to ghosts of[G] past years' catastr[C]ophic love affa[F]irs,
[Dm]to robes of red an[G]d silver tales worn [C]thin from too m[F]uch care.
[Dm]Comfort doesn't al[G]ways come in glasses[C], but perhaps t[F]onight
[Dm]I won't be the [G]only one with blue he[C]adl[G]ight[F]s.
[Dm]Come on ladies, [G]take your love to [C]town.
[Dm]Pick it up boys, [G]take your love to [C]town.
[Dm]Everybody, [G]take your love to [C]town.
[Dm]on the night last [G]year when there was [C]no love in the [F]air.
[Dm]Listen friend she [G]wrote, and I heard [C]her pen cry [F]before it broke.
[Dm]Who are we and [G]why, oh why can't we behave?[C][G][F]
[Dm]We are good people, [G]aren't we? Do you [C]know?
[Dm]Jon-jon had surprising eye[G]s and narrow black suede shows,[C][F]
[Dm]a war to fight in Paris and [G]a sister with th[C]e blues.[F]
[Dm]Puisque ton papa est en voy[G]age you heard your mother making[C][F]
[Dm]love is not wha[G]t we are Jon-jon, you[C] an[G]d I[F]
[Dm]are rats at cupids[G] table and we're fin[C]e.
[Dm]In the darkest cor[G]ner of a downstairs [C]gathering[F]
[Dm]ladybirds and pira[G]te cowboys, made up,[C] conversing.[F]
[Dm]Islands sinking fr[G]om musicians, bedtim[C]e stories, York[F] Magicians,
[Dm]but you don't h[G]ave to worry darling,[C] fr[G]ozen[F] hearts leave
[Dm]seethrough scarrin[G]g, and no one else w[C]ill know unless you tell.
[Dm]Drink to ghosts of[G] past years' catastr[C]ophic love affa[F]irs,
[Dm]to robes of red an[G]d silver tales worn [C]thin from too m[F]uch care.
[Dm]Comfort doesn't al[G]ways come in glasses[C], but perhaps t[F]onight
[Dm]I won't be the [G]only one with blue he[C]adl[G]ight[F]s.
[Dm]Come on ladies, [G]take your love to [C]town.
[Dm]Pick it up boys, [G]take your love to [C]town.
[Dm]Everybody, [G]take your love to [C]town.
