Hefner - May God Protect Your Home Bb C F Bb I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets, Bb C F Bb And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees, Bb C F And where did you get to smell so sweet, Bb Is that sweetness for me, Bb C F And where did I find these eyes that I found, Bb They will surely let me down. Bb F Gm And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck, D Em And flows over your collarbone down to your breast, F Bb Where my hand lies ever so gently. Bb F Gm And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs, D Em F Bb To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home. Bb C F Bb There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child, Bb C F Bb And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries. Bb C F Bb I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired, Bb C F Bb And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun. Bb F Gm And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck, D Em And flows over your collarbone down to your breast, F Bb Where my hand lies ever so gently. Bb F Gm And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs, D Em F Bb To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home. JD