Chords for The Short Answer

_ _ [Bm] _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ Between Marx and [B]
Marxipan in the [D] dictionary, [A] there was Mary.
Between the deep [B] blue sea and [D] the devil, that was [G] me.
If ever [A] anyone could help [D] me with my obsession with [G] the [F#m] young Susanna [A] _ York,
it was _ [D] Mary.
[Bm] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [B] _
In my pink pyjamas, she asked me [D] for something, I gave her the short answer.
_ She read our styles [B] out loud, [D] and I knew then that we should have gone sailing.
_ [G] But [A] we stayed home [D] instead, fighting on the waterbed,
like the hunging [A] couple on drugs, me and _ Mary.
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ What happened in [B] the past, [D] remained a mystery of natural history.
She should have [B] been the last, but [A] she was just the latest.
_ [D] _ [G] If she wanted to [A] be a farmer's wife, [D] I would endure that muddy life,
[G] I would dig for [A] victory. _
_ [Bm] And the sound of happy couples [A] cuddling happily in the dark,
[D] while you and I sat down to tea, I remember you said to me [Bm] that
no amount of poetry would [F#m] mend this broken [G] heart,
but you can put the hooves around [B] if you want to make a start.
_ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [B] _ [A] _
[D] All my friends from school [A] introduced me to their spousey,
[D] while I'm left standing [Bm] here [D] with my hands down the front of my trousers.
[G] I just don't [A] know what's to be done, [D] I wonder sometimes how did Dad meet Mum,
[G] and how did they [F#m] conceive [A] of me?
Tell me, [D] _
maybe.
[Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ The boys who came to [B] the shop, always [D] made her laugh much more than I did.
I told her [Bm] this must stop, she didn't [D] bat an eyelid.
_ [G] I said, you know honey, [A] it's such a shame, [D] you'll never be any good at this [G] game,
you bruise too [A] easily. _
So said _ Mary.
[Bm] _ _ [D] _
_ _ _ _ Her two brothers [B] took me out of [D] circulation for the duration,
[A] _
so we went our [Bm] separate ways, but does she [D] still love me?
She still has my door key.
[G] Like a bully boy [A] in a Benetton [D] shop, you're never happy with what you've got,
to what you've got [A] has gone.
Sorry _ [D] [A] Mary. _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ [G] _ [A] _ _
_ [D] But a tall girl, _ but a barefoot girl,
the girl with a sun in her mouth and the stars in her hair,
_ _ _ but a brown eyed girl. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _