The Librarian by Hefner
Intro: G D7
He sta[G]rted to woo her in the [D7]most peculiar way,
The Libr[D7]arian's dress was a fawn[G]ish shade of grey,
The bo[G]oks he was to borrow he would su[D7]rely never read,
They had an intellect[D7]ual caliber, he hoped[G]
that she would see.
He pla[Em]nned to take her home to bed s[Am]ome day,
He'd sm[C]ooth her goose bumped skin while she
l[G]ay[G/F#],
But the uns[Em]poken thing they b[Am]oth knew,
Whilst he'd dr[C]eam of her often she would forget
in just t[D]en minutes.
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen until her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes,
Her te[G]ars have not [Em]truly been [C]dried until her
tears have been[D] dried[C] on his tatt[G]ered shirt sleeves.
He was b[G]eginning to irritate so [D7]she made him go away,
The smal[D7]lest cruelest insults sh[G]e ignored his subtle ways.
The deft[G]ly silence let him know [D7]his efforts were in vain,
Did the [D7]words ever exist and if [G]so could he find them.
He pla[Em]nned to take her home to bed s[Am]ome day,
He'd sm[C]ooth her goose bumped skin while she
l[G]ay[G/F#],
But the uns[Em]poken thing they b[Am]oth knew,
Whilst he'd dr[C]eam of her often she would forget
in just t[D]en minutes.
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen until her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes,
Her te[G]ars have not [Em]truly been [C]dried until her
tears have been[D] dried[C] on his tatt[G]ered shirt sleeves.
Her bo[G]dy has not tr[Em]uly been st[C]ripped till her
clothes have be[D]en rip[C]ped by his n[G]ail bitten
fin[G]gers,
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen till her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes.
and oh[G], on the lone[Em]liest of ni[C]ghts
he will never h[D]old he[C]r tight he w[G]ill never kiss her eyelids
Intro: G D7
He sta[G]rted to woo her in the [D7]most peculiar way,
The Libr[D7]arian's dress was a fawn[G]ish shade of grey,
The bo[G]oks he was to borrow he would su[D7]rely never read,
They had an intellect[D7]ual caliber, he hoped[G]
that she would see.
He pla[Em]nned to take her home to bed s[Am]ome day,
He'd sm[C]ooth her goose bumped skin while she
l[G]ay[G/F#],
But the uns[Em]poken thing they b[Am]oth knew,
Whilst he'd dr[C]eam of her often she would forget
in just t[D]en minutes.
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen until her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes,
Her te[G]ars have not [Em]truly been [C]dried until her
tears have been[D] dried[C] on his tatt[G]ered shirt sleeves.
He was b[G]eginning to irritate so [D7]she made him go away,
The smal[D7]lest cruelest insults sh[G]e ignored his subtle ways.
The deft[G]ly silence let him know [D7]his efforts were in vain,
Did the [D7]words ever exist and if [G]so could he find them.
He pla[Em]nned to take her home to bed s[Am]ome day,
He'd sm[C]ooth her goose bumped skin while she
l[G]ay[G/F#],
But the uns[Em]poken thing they b[Am]oth knew,
Whilst he'd dr[C]eam of her often she would forget
in just t[D]en minutes.
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen until her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes,
Her te[G]ars have not [Em]truly been [C]dried until her
tears have been[D] dried[C] on his tatt[G]ered shirt sleeves.
Her bo[G]dy has not tr[Em]uly been st[C]ripped till her
clothes have be[D]en rip[C]ped by his n[G]ail bitten
fin[G]gers,
Her be[G]auty has not [Em]truly been [C]seen till her
beauty's been s[D]een by[C] his tired e[G]yes.
and oh[G], on the lone[Em]liest of ni[C]ghts
he will never h[D]old he[C]r tight he w[G]ill never kiss her eyelids
