Standard (EADGBE)

A week's too long not to ring,

Colours her hair and waits for him,

Not cat against dog just head over heels,

Sex twice a day, best time in years,

Oh no, why hasn't he phoned?

She has to wait until he's on his own,

lying and denying til nobody knows,

I'll tell her this week is what he tells her to keep her on loan,

He'll buy her one day.

excellent riff(very similar to the hindu times?)

eI----(7)-------------------------I

AI----(9)-------------------------I

EI----(7)-------------------------I

Repeats every now and then.Listen to the song to get where.

Sex drives, oral highs, cheating wives and spies,

Cream cakes, coffee dates, floral gifts, goodbye,

Passed away, for the day, had a change of kind,

Sex change, too mundane, for the average mind.

Oh no, she just can't see,

Where he is and where he's been,

Looks prim and straight, like she's always been,

All that she saved for, went missing again.

She could be, she could be, she could be wrong.

She could be, she could be, she could be wrong.

She could be, she could be, she could be wrong.

It looks like, it looks like, the word's got around.

They found a body in the lake,

Maybe, it wasn't really his name,

Same colour, same weight, same size feet,

It's the not knowing that kills you.

Oh no, the clocks stop slow,

Every time, you're on your own,

You hide from the spies so nobody knows,

Scratch through the pages of a lazy day's news for a clue.

Still looking for you.

At the end he plays a B chord repeatedly under the riff then:

Then the quiet outro which is just B again.

Que Pasa?