Rufus Wainwright

1. The yellow walls are lined with portraits, ^Dm and I've got my new red fetching leather jacket
^Dm6 All these poses such beautiful poses, m ^G7 akes any boy feel like picking up roses
There's never been such grave a matt ^Dm er, as comparing our new brand name black sunglasses
^Dm6 All these poses such beautiful poses, ^G7 makes any boy feel as pretty as princes
Bridge:
The green autumnal parks conducting, ^A9 all the city streets a wondrous chorus singing
^F All these poses oh how can you blame me, ^G7 life is a game and true love is a trophy
Chorus:
And ^C you s ^G7 aid, ^C watch my ^Fmaj7 head about it
Baby ^G7 you said ^C watch my ^Fmaj7 head about it, my ^G7 head about it
Oh no oh no oh no, oh no oh no no ^C kidding