A Bm F#m x2
A Bm F#m
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
A Bm F#m
And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes
A Bm F#m
And if they die then it is on my head
A Bm F#m
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed
A Bm D F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
A Bm D F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A Bm D F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A Bm F#m D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
A F#m A F#m x2
A F#m
Start as you mean to continue;
A F#m A
Complacent and self-involved
A F#m
You're trying not to be nervous
A F#m A
If you were trying at all
A Bm F#m
I will wake, I will bake phallic cake
A Bm F#m
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
A Bm F#m
But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized
A Bm F#m
It's the way of living that I espouse
A Bm D F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
A Bm D F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A Bm D F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A Bm F#m D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
A F#m A F#m x7
A F#m
We are two ships that pass in the night
Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
C
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl
D
Return nets empty, nothing at all
A Bm D F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
A Bm D F#m
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A Bm D F#m
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A Bm F#m D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
A
