Ebm 
she's writing, she's writing 
she's writing a novel 
B 
she writing, she's weaving 
conceiving a plot 
Db 
it quickens, it thickens 
you can't put it down now 
Ebm 
it takes you, it shakes you 
it makes you lose your thought 
 
Ebm 
but you're caught in your own glory 
you are believing your own stories 
 
Db 
writing your own headlines 
ignoring your own deadlines 
Ebm 
but now you've gotta write that all again 
 
Db                      Gb 
you think she's an open book 
B                        Db          Gb 
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? 
you think she's an open book 
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? 
do you? do you? 
 
you want her, confront her 
just open your window 
unbold it unlock it 
unfasten your latch 
you want it, confront it 
just open your window 
all you really have to do is ask 
 
but you're caught on your glory 
you are believing your own stories 
 
timing your contractions 
inventing small contraptions 
that roll across your polished hard wood floors 
 
you think she's an open book 
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? 
you think she's an open book 
but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? 
do you? do you? 
 
 
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Contribuição: Breno Bacci Fernandes(breno_bacci@yahoo.com)