Young Girl Blues Donovan
It's Satu[Am]rday night, it fe[F]els like a Sunday in s[Am]ome ways
If you had any sense, you'd ma[F]ybe go away for a[Am] few days
Be that as it may, you c[F]an only say you are [Am]lonely
You are but a young girl w[F]orking your way through the p[Am]honies
Chorus
[Dm]Cafe on[C], [Bb] milk gone, [E7]such a sad light and fa[Am]ding.
[Dm]Yourself you touc[C]h, [Bb] but not too much. Y[E7]ou hear it's de[Am]grading.
The flo[Am]wers on your stockings w[F]ilting away in the [Am]midnight
The book you are reading is o[F]ne man's opinion of [Am]moonlight
Your skin is so white, you'd l[F]ike maybe to go to [Am]bed soon
Just closing your eyes i[F]f you're to rise up befor[Am]e noon
Chorus
[Dm]High heels,[C] [Bb]car wheels, a[E7]ll the losers are gr[Am]oovin'
[Dm]Your drea[C]m,[Bb] strange scene, im[E7]ages are m[Am]ovin'
Your fr[Am]iends they are making a p[F]op star or two every e[Am]vening
You know that scene backwards, th[F]ey can't see the patterns they're[Am] weaving
Your friends they're all models b[F]ut you soon got over th[Am]at one
You sit in your one room [F]a little brought down in L[Am]ondon
Chorus
[Dm]Cafe on[C], [Bb] milk gone, [E7]such a sad light and fa[Am]ding.
[Dm]Yourself you touc[C]h, [Bb] but not too much. Y[E7]ou've heard it's de[Am]grading.
It's Satu[Am]rday night, it fe[F]els like a Sunday in s[Am]ome ways
If you had any sense, you'd ma[F]ybe go away for a[Am] few days
Be that as it may, you c[F]an only say you are [Am]lonely
You are but a young girl and you wor[F]king your way through the p[Am]honies
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