Chords for Joyce the Librarian Stilgoe Skellern w lyrics
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Joyce, the librarian, strict [F] vegetarian, forty, living [G] with mum, wears [C] sandals and glasses,
[Eb] classes, [F] wonders if romance [G] will come.
Though [Am] she'd never been kissed, it's [Dm] not something she'd missed [G] until some [Ab] weeks before,
[Bb] [C] when George, a rhetarian, a handsome [F] letharian, walked through [G] the [C] library door.
George was unmarried, and the torch that Joyce carried was [Dm] burning a hole in her [G] heart.
[C] She wanted to show him, but didn't yet know him, [F] she didn't know where to [G] start.
[Am] So with growing appallence, she read [G] D.H. Lawrence to glean a few [Ab] ideas,
Joyce, the librarian, strict [F] vegetarian, forty, living [G] with mum, wears [C] sandals and glasses,
[Eb] classes, [F] wonders if romance [G] will come.
Though [Am] she'd never been kissed, it's [Dm] not something she'd missed [G] until some [Ab] weeks before,
[Bb] [C] when George, a rhetarian, a handsome [F] letharian, walked through [G] the [C] library door.
George was unmarried, and the torch that Joyce carried was [Dm] burning a hole in her [G] heart.
[C] She wanted to show him, but didn't yet know him, [F] she didn't know where to [G] start.
[Am] So with growing appallence, she read [G] D.H. Lawrence to glean a few [Ab] ideas,
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_ Joyce, the librarian, strict [F] vegetarian, forty, living [G] with mum, _ wears [C] sandals and glasses,
attends evening [Eb] classes, [F] wonders if romance [G] will come.
Though [Am] she'd never been kissed, it's [Dm] not something she'd missed [G] until some [Ab] weeks before, _
[Bb] _ _ [C] when George, a rhetarian, a handsome [F] letharian, walked through [G] the [C] library door. _ _ _ _
George was unmarried, and the torch that Joyce carried was [Dm] burning a hole in her [G] heart. _
[C] She wanted to show him, but didn't yet know him, [F] she didn't know where to [G] start.
[Am] So with growing appallence, she read [G] D.H. Lawrence to glean a few [Ab] ideas,
_ [Bb] _ which [C] she turned down flat, she couldn't do that, [F] not in [G] a [C] million years. _ _
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_ Joyce, the librarian, strict vegetarian, [F] was burning with animal [G] lust, _
[C] alarming sensations, strange palpitations, [Dm] a mix of delight and [G] disdain.
So [Am] she busied herself, [Dm] rearranging her shelf [G] to try to control [Cm] her [Ab] bees.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] Joyce, the [Eb] librarian, [C] a disciplinarian, [B] was falling apart [C] at the seams. _ _ _
The very next day, she kept out of the way, [F] when George returned [G] his kiss.
But [C] with growing conviction, as he wandered from fiction, she [F] threw him some longing [G] looks.
[Am] And when George joined the queue, she knew [G] what to do, she smiled and removed [Ab] her specs,
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] then looked in horror, for he'd come to borrow [F] the fur of [G] a [C] joyous kiss. _ _ _
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Perhaps because latterly she had read Lady Chatterley, [F] something went snap in her [G] head.
She [C] gave herself gladly, wildly, [F] madly, that night, to George [G] in his bed.
But [Am] then just as she feared, [Dm] George [G] disappeared, some other librarian [Ab] to woo. _
[Bb] _ Now [C] there's a psalm in her voice, for both Boak and Joyce are [Dm] a fortnight [B] old [Bb] _ [C] bee.
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_ Joyce, the librarian, strict [F] vegetarian, forty, living [G] with mum, _ wears [C] sandals and glasses,
attends evening [Eb] classes, [F] wonders if romance [G] will come.
Though [Am] she'd never been kissed, it's [Dm] not something she'd missed [G] until some [Ab] weeks before, _
[Bb] _ _ [C] when George, a rhetarian, a handsome [F] letharian, walked through [G] the [C] library door. _ _ _ _
George was unmarried, and the torch that Joyce carried was [Dm] burning a hole in her [G] heart. _
[C] She wanted to show him, but didn't yet know him, [F] she didn't know where to [G] start.
[Am] So with growing appallence, she read [G] D.H. Lawrence to glean a few [Ab] ideas,
_ [Bb] _ which [C] she turned down flat, she couldn't do that, [F] not in [G] a [C] million years. _ _
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_ Joyce, the librarian, strict vegetarian, [F] was burning with animal [G] lust, _
[C] alarming sensations, strange palpitations, [Dm] a mix of delight and [G] disdain.
So [Am] she busied herself, [Dm] rearranging her shelf [G] to try to control [Cm] her [Ab] bees.
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] Joyce, the [Eb] librarian, [C] a disciplinarian, [B] was falling apart [C] at the seams. _ _ _
The very next day, she kept out of the way, [F] when George returned [G] his kiss.
But [C] with growing conviction, as he wandered from fiction, she [F] threw him some longing [G] looks.
[Am] And when George joined the queue, she knew [G] what to do, she smiled and removed [Ab] her specs,
_ [Bb] _ _ _ [C] then looked in horror, for he'd come to borrow [F] the fur of [G] a [C] joyous kiss. _ _ _
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Perhaps because latterly she had read Lady Chatterley, [F] something went snap in her [G] head.
She [C] gave herself gladly, wildly, [F] madly, that night, to George [G] in his bed.
But [Am] then just as she feared, [Dm] George [G] disappeared, some other librarian [Ab] to woo. _
[Bb] _ Now [C] there's a psalm in her voice, for both Boak and Joyce are [Dm] a fortnight [B] old [Bb] _ [C] bee.
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