Ex-Girl Collection

G      Bm    Em                                Am   Bm C                 Bm
Fourth floor room, each girl I've brought back home to bloom all fold on close inspection
G    Bm  Em                      Am   Bm  C
Each one leaves a banner hanging from the eaves
            Bm        Bm    D
Marking the eve of election,  ex-girl collection
Am Bm C           G                       E                          Am Bm C
Whyyyyy into why not, into what else you got? It's just how men mark tiiiiiime
G   Bm  Em      Am  Bm  C   Bm
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G   Bm    Em                    Am    Bm C                    Bm
Ann slams in, another lightning round be-gins (this could get interesting)
G       Bm  Em                        Am    Bm  C
Where's Ann been? She pours herself a don't-ask gin
           Bm             Bm    D
no ice and light on the bitters,  I'm done with quitters
Am Bm C                    G                              E                         Am Bm C
Whyyyyy? Charles, I found out, wipe that smile off your mouth, I think it's tell-me tiiiiiime

G     Bm  Em                        Am     Bm   C                  Bm
Britt hit hard, she found my box of Beth's best cards hand cut and signed with 'X's
G      Bm Em               Am Bm    C
Called at work, "Happy anniversary, jerk"
           Bm              Bm          D
And I just laughed at the timing (with you on line two still crying)
 Am Bm C                   G                       E
"Whyyyyy play sex on the cuff? Does Beth like it rough?
                     Am Bm C                          G                        E
And learn your dirty liiiiiines? And keep her hair cropped? (the other shoe dropped)
                     Am Bm C                       G                         E
Is this how men mark tiiiiiime in couples?", she cursed (this sounds too rehearsed)

   Am                                    C
As Ann, hand on hip, accusing me to the rafters
    Am                                                    C     G
The words turn and spit and scorch right through to the plaster
                           D      G
I'm called ten kinds of a bastard,  curses come faster

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Ann stands down, I think she thinks there's still some ground to run manoeuvres on
    G     Bm Em                       Am    Bm     C
But Ann's so smart, you couldn't even guess Beth's part
               Bm             Bm     D
She said "Beth must find you daring!"  I'm way past caring!
Am Bm C             G                          E
Whyyyyy? Into, why not? Into, Charles gone to pot in hotter water
Am Bm C                     G                       E
Liiiiiine up to lift up a toast to the ones I hurt most
                        Am Bm C                         G                    E
And how the well's gone liiiiiime with Charles on the plow, roger, over and out

                    Am Bm C
Slower how men mark tiiiiiime
Am Bm C
Fiiiiiine
Am Bm C                 G
Whyyyyy? What else you got?
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