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Em She's got a Barbarella silver
C swimsuit And when she needs a shelter from reality.
She takes a dip in my daydream.
My
E _ .
_
A days end best when
G the sunset gets
E itself
A behind.
That little lady
G sitting on the
E plastic
D A side.
It's much less picturesque
G without
E her catching
N the light.
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind
D on the
Em eyes.
_
A _ _
G _
E That
Bm little
G girl, that poor
A little _
G _ _
B _
G girl.
She's not
A attracted to the
Em environment.
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B _
Em Look _
A _
G at the
B shell.
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Em Alabama's got a seven-piece head.
Am She's a modern
C lover, it's an exploration.
She's
F# made of outer space.
C _ And her lips are like the galaxy's edge.
And I kiss the cover of a constellation falling
Am into
Em place.
_
E _ .
F My
A days end best when the
G sunset gets
Am itself
C behind.
That
A little
G lady sitting on
E the plastic _
D.
side.
A It's much less
G picturesque without her catching
N the light.
The horizon tries but it's just not as kind on the
E eyes.
G _ .
A _ _
G _
B That
E little
G girl, that poor
A _ _
G _ _
B G little girl.
She's not
A attracted
Em to the environment.
B Look
D _
Em _ .
A at
E G the
E shell.
A _
C That's my girl, energy
A to bring those lips to slip.
Underneath
E it I hold that smooth lip.
I can have
G one of those, oh I can't miss.
Make a
C refugee's mom grab some lip.
Grab a
A Mexican cone that you wish.
That you wear
C the bottle makes it sense.
D I'll be so worn
D# out in the sun.
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Em.
She's _ _ _
A _
G _
A _ _ .
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Em.
not
A attracted to
Em the environment.
So
Bm Em you _
A _
Em can't be sure.
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