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Poor Lady Midnight Baby
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verse 1 
  A               D      A                     D 
I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me, 
    A                  D              Bm               E 
She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free, 
    A                 D          A                      D 
She told me she would call me or leave a message at the door, 
    Bm                E             A   D   A   D 
And left me wondering what I was in for. 


verse 2 
       A                D             A                D 
By the next time that I saw her I had clean forgot her name 
       A              D                Bm              E 
And without her fancy make-up she just didn't look the same, 
     A               D           A             D 
So I totally ignored her and she sadly turned away, 
            Bm         E                  A 
And through sympathy I told her she could stay. 


[Refrão]
F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E No one wants your love at all, F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E Now you're heading for a fall, D And you really think your're something, A E you know all the things to do F#m D But poor lady, just a baby, E A D A D There's a hundred more like you. verse 3 A D Now for two weeks more she was at my door, A D She would stay with me for days, A D Bm E As a lover she was frightening in so many different ways, A D A D But when it came to conversation she was totally absurd, Bm E A Oh she'd sit for hours and never say a word.
[Refrão]
F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E No one wants your love at all, F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E Now you're heading for a fall, D And you really think your're something, A E you know all the things to do F#m D But poor lady, just a baby, E A D A D There's a hundred more like you. verse 4 A D A D She spends her days in different ways, still trying to be hip, A D Bm E And at night she'll find she'll lose her mind, at a club along the strip, A D A D When her money goes she always knows she got something she can sell, Bm E A It's the one thing that she really can do well.
[Refrão]
F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E No one wants your love at all, F#m A Oh poor lady, midnight baby, C#m E Now you're heading for a fall, D And you really think your're something, A E you know all the things to do F#m D But poor lady, just a baby, E A D A D There's a hundred more like you.

Enviado por: Luciano Camargo

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