Leatherface

Now I lie awake with tequila sunrise, feeling like shit –
Surprise, surprise –
by your lack of impiety.
(Chorus) A Bm D
And there's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
And there's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
There's never been a dream, not even a wet dream, left me for him.
(Etc.)
There's something plastic surgery about this thing called a CD,
Something status quo ‘bout a rolled-up one pound note.
There's something a bit false teeth, you say, never brushed them anyway.
There's something credit note ‘bout the age that you can vote.
Now Dear, you said you sent a letter to me. I think I got it but I threw it away.
Something squeaky clean that makes me….
(Chorus)
There's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
And as I get old all I see makes less sense to me.
And there's really never been a day-dream didn't leave me smilin'.
There's never been a dream, not even a dream, left me for him.
End slide (note names): D E F# A