Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
He started to woo her in the most peculiar way,
The Librarian's dress was a fawnish shade of grey,
The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,
They had an intellectual caliber, he hoped
that she would see.
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she
[G/f#]
lay,
But the unspoken thing they both knew,
Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget
in just ten minutes.
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,
Her tears have not truly been dried until her
tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.
He was beginning to irritate so she made him go away,
The smallest cruelest insults she ignored his subtle ways.
The deftly silence let him know his efforts were in vain,
Did the words ever exist and if so could he find them.
He planned to take her home to bed some day,
He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she
[G/f#]
lay,
But the unspoken thing they both knew,
Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget
in just ten minutes.
Her beauty has not truly been seen until her
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,
Her tears have not truly been dried until her
tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.
Her body has not truly been stripped till her
clothes have been ripped by his nail bitten
fingers,
Her beauty has not truly been seen till her
beauty's been seen by his tired eyes.
and oh, on the loneliest of nights
he will never hold her tight he will never kiss her eyelids