some bits are aketchy, i'll admit, but you get the gist. :D live lovely ##INTRO## e:---0---3-0---0---0---3-0---3------------------| b:-3---3-----3---3---3-----3---1-0--------------| g:---------------------------------0--0h2-------| d:-----------------------------------2----2-0---| a:--------------------------------------------3-| e:----------------------------------------------| e:---0---3-0---0---0---3-8-8-8-8-7--------------| b:-3---3-----3---3---3-------------8---10-------| g:-----------------------------------9----9-----| d:----------------------------------------------| a:----------------------------------------------| e:----------------------------------------------| ##VERSE## e:----------------------------------------------------------------| b:----------------------------------------------------------------| g:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-----------------------------5~-| d:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-5~-| a:-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-3~-| e:---------------------------------5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5----| . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . e:---------------------------------------------------------------| b:---------------------------------------------------------------| g:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-------------------------------| d:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5---| a:-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5---| e:---------------------------------3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3---| . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ##BRIDGE## e:-----0-----0------0-------------1-----1------------1-| b:---1---1-----1------1----1----1---1------1-------0---| g:-2-------2------2------2---0--------0------0---0-----| d:-----------------------------------------------------| a:-----------------------------------------------------| e:-----------------------------------------------------| e:---------------------------------------------| b:---------------------------------------------| g:-----------5-5-----------------5-5-----------| d:-7-7--7-7--5-5--5-5--7-7--7-7--5-5--5-5--2-2-| a:-7-7--7-7--3-3--5-5--7-7--7-7--3-3--5-5--2-2-| e:-5-5--5-5-------3-3--7-7--7-7-------3-3--0-0-| then the intro... obv... ##CHORUS## e:-----------------------------------------------------------------| b:-----------------------------------------------------------------| g:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-4-4-4-4-4-4-4-4---------------------------------| d:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| a:-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| e:---------------------------------3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| e:-------------------------------------------------| b:-------------------------------------------------| g:-------------------------------------------------| d:-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| a:-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-| e:-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-| heres the words..... Break it out, just break it out don't hesitate, the dialate what's your name, what do you do I'm not that kind of man but I'll make an exception for you We're flexed and pressed for time alone Don't stall in the stall I want to do a little I want to do it all But now wait, wait I'm a gentleman in training Wait, wait I'm a professional in feigning love So go slow Just go slow Voluptuous and finely cut What will it take to get you up And dance with me in wistful heat In this little club between A and B We're flexed and pressed for time alone Don't stall in the stall I want to do a little I want to do it all But now wait, wait I'm a gentleman in training Wait, wait I'm a professional in feigning love And in the bathroom is where I want you Against the grafiti wall we know no law at all Just to see you body in a place so tacky There's no better irony in my own deprevity So go slow Go slow I do want to be in love I do want to fall in love but I just don't know how to I do want to be in love I do want to be in love but I just don't know how to I don't know how to And in the bathroom is where I want you Against the grafiti wall we know no love at all Just to see you body in a place so tacky There's no better irony in my own deprevity So just go slow