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Am
C
F
Am
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
Am
C
F
Am
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Am
C
F
Am
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
Am
C
F
Am
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Chorus
Dm
F
Am
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Dm
F
Am
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading.
Am
C
F
Am
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
Am
C
F
Am
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Am
C
F
Am
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Am
C
F
Am
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
Dm
F
Am
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Dm
F
Am
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening