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Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Some times I see her silhouette

 In the window across the street

 She does what she does

 Her world is so complete

I am the voyeur, the dirty little boy

Hostage to her ritual, my life’s only joy

 And I want her so much

 Oh I want her so much

She arrives home at five

 The bedroom light comes on

I hear her stereo, some old Elvis song

Then she makes dinner, I bet something fine

Watches the Hill Street Blues, until the special, special time

 And I want her so much

 Oh I want her so much

 I want her so much and she don’t know

 I want her so bad, but she don’t care, oh, oh /// //// /// ////

I bet her room is pale pink

 I bet is smells real nice

I can see her brush her hair

 So slowly, so precise

 And then she walks to the bed, and slips under the sheets

This is the special time, she thinks about me

 And I want her so much

 Oh I want her so much

 I want her so much and she don’t know

 I want her so bad, but she don’t care, oh, oh /// //// Oh oh/// ////

 oh, oh /// //// Oh oh/// ////