By Lyle Lovett 
 
G 
A friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery 
  G 
I shook my head cause I knew he couldn?t be right 
                              Bb        C 
That?s when I thought back to just last night 
           G 
When I got home, it was maybe a little late 
          G 
There was ne?r a crumb on ne?r a plate 
             G   
There was no martini, no glass of grape 
                        Bb    C  
It was then I sought to contemplate 
 
 
*On the word "tolerate" in the chorus for the first 2 lines, it's hard to tell  
if there is an actual chord change or is he vocally sliding the note up.* 
 

[Refrão]
     G                    Bb  C  
Some things my baby don?t tolerate, no 
G             Bb  C 
My baby don?t tolerate, no 
G             Bb   C        G  
My baby don?t tolerate from me 
 
 
I said hello honey, how have you been 
She said what could you have possibly have been doing until half past then 
And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground 
Cause when I puckered up she puckered down 
 
Chorus 
 
Solo 
 
Now a small more ordinary man might not appreciate the guidance of a good woman that truly loves him 
He might drift in despair during the ignorant, dumb misdoings of his dirty daily existence 
But that?s not me, no yessirreee 
I?m proof that true love will set you free 
 
Chorus 
 
Chorus