B Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old F piano
Trying B hard to capture the moment this morning I F don’t know
’Cause a Am bottle of vodka still B lodged in my head
And some F blond gave me nightmares I think she’s still in my B bed
As I dream about movies they C won’t make of me when I’m F dead
With an B ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss the F morning
While some B marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we’re F talking
About Am all of the things that I B long to believe
About F love and the truth and what you mean to me
And the B truth is C baby you’re all that F I need
I want to Dm lay you C in a B bed of F roses
For Dm tonight I C sleep on a B bed on F nails
I want to B be just as F close as the B Holy F Ghost is
And Dm lay C you B down on bed of F roses
Well I’m B so far away that each step that I take is on my F way home
A king’s B ransom in dimes I’d give each night to see through this F pay phone
Still I Am run out of time or it’s B hard to get through
Till the F bird on the wire flies me back to you
B I’ll just close my eyes and whisper C "baby blind love is F true"
®: This B hotel bar hangover C whiskey’s gone dry
The bar F keeper’s wig’s crooked and she’s giving me the eye
I B might have said yeah but I laughed so hard C I think I F died
Solo
Now as B you close your eyes know I’ll be thinking F about you
While my B mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight F again
Tonight I B won’t be alone but you know that don’t mean I’m not F lonely
I’ve got B nothing to prove for it’s you C that I’d die to F defend
®:
Bon Jovi
