My Madonna taby ukulele według Two Gallants

G
Your visions been blessed if I'm still fully dressed,
    C
but before you leave me, here's one last request,
     G
Well no I don't care, no I don't mind,
       Em                          Am
if you don't hear a word from this broke heart of mine.
          G           Em           Am
But can I borrow your face just to unload my mind,
G           Em           Am
borrow your face just to unload my mind.

            G
Well now I know I'm pathetic, I'm the sage of absurd,
       C
but I won't violate you with touch but with words,
            G
but there's no need to ask, shut your mouth, raise a glass,
         Em                           Am
but the youth that you drink to's already the past.
         G          Em             Am
And the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last,
     G          Em             Am
the boy on your arm girl, you know he won't last.

       G
My Madonna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
       C                            G
and I swear that she's callin' my name.

but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
     Em                         Am                             G
the feelin' is gone, and sweet lady, you just don't taste the same.

G
And I'll drink just to drive, if my love don't arrive,
         C
I don't wanna survive, I don't wanna survive,
     G
and all that I know is, I smile just for show,
    Em                       Am
and nobody's listenin', but everyone knows.
         G            Em             Am
So just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes,
 G            Em              Am
sit back and watch, while my memory corrodes.


       G
And I curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind,
             C
'cause it's dark as a dungeon way down in my mind.
       G
And I wake on the floor with my country at war,
       Em                       Am
and I wish I could care but my liver's too sore.
        G          Em         Am
And if liquor's a lover, you know I'm a whore,
    G          Em         Am
if liquor's a lover, you know I'm a whore.

      G
My Madonna's undressin', her robes are all torn,
       C                            G
and I swear that she's callin' my name.

but for all her caresses, my senses are worn,
     Em                         Am                             G
the feelin' is gone, and sweet lady, you just don't taste the same.