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