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JANINE- David Bowie
[D] [C] [G] [C] [D] [D] [C] [G] [C] [D] [D] [C] [G] [C] [D]
Oh my lo[D]ve, Janine, I'm h[F#m]elpless for your s[G]mile
L[E]ike a Polish wa[E7]nderer I tr[A]avel onw[G]ards to your l[D]and
And were it n[A]ot just for the j[G]ewels I'd close your [F#m]hand
Your strange demand to 'collocate' my mind
Scares me into gloom, you're too intense
I'll have to keep you in your place
I've no defence, I've got to keep my veil on my face
CHORUS:
J[D]anine, J[D/C]anine, you'd l[G]ike to kn[C]ow me w[G]ell
But I'[C]ve got things in[G]side my head that e[F]ven I can't fa[C]ce
Ja[D]nine, J[D/C]anine, you'd l[G]ike to c[C]rash my wa[G]lls
But i[C]f you take an ax[G]e to me you'll k[F]ill another m[C]an
Not me at a[D]ll[C][G][C][D][D][C][G][C][D]
You're fey, Janine, a tripper to the last
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down
For you're a lazy stream, in which my thoughts would drown
So stay, Janine, and we can glide along
I've caught your wings for laughs
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year
So take your glasses off and don't act so sincere
CHORUS
D C G C D (repeat and ad lib)
NOTE: chords are just approximate, any improvements welcome.
JANINE- David Bowie
[D] [C] [G] [C] [D] [D] [C] [G] [C] [D] [D] [C] [G] [C] [D]
Oh my lo[D]ve, Janine, I'm h[F#m]elpless for your s[G]mile
L[E]ike a Polish wa[E7]nderer I tr[A]avel onw[G]ards to your l[D]and
And were it n[A]ot just for the j[G]ewels I'd close your [F#m]hand
Your strange demand to 'collocate' my mind
Scares me into gloom, you're too intense
I'll have to keep you in your place
I've no defence, I've got to keep my veil on my face
CHORUS:
J[D]anine, J[D/C]anine, you'd l[G]ike to kn[C]ow me w[G]ell
But I'[C]ve got things in[G]side my head that e[F]ven I can't fa[C]ce
Ja[D]nine, J[D/C]anine, you'd l[G]ike to c[C]rash my wa[G]lls
But i[C]f you take an ax[G]e to me you'll k[F]ill another m[C]an
Not me at a[D]ll[C][G][C][D][D][C][G][C][D]
You're fey, Janine, a tripper to the last
But if I catch you standing on my toes
I'll have a right to shout you down
For you're a lazy stream, in which my thoughts would drown
So stay, Janine, and we can glide along
I've caught your wings for laughs
I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year
So take your glasses off and don't act so sincere
CHORUS
D C G C D (repeat and ad lib)
NOTE: chords are just approximate, any improvements welcome.
