Young Girl Blues
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It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies
Chorus
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phoniesIt's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight
The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight
Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon
Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon
High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin'
Your dream, strange scene, images are movin'
Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening
You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns
they're weaving
Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that
one
You sit in your one room a little brought down in London
Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading.
Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's
degrading.
It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways
If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days
Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely
You are but a young girl working your way through the
phonies
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Readable chord sheet for Young Girl Blues by Donovan
[Am]It's Saturday nig[C]ht, it feels li[F]ke a Sun[Am]day in some ways If you h[Am]ad any sense, you[C]'d maybe go awa[F]y for a [Am]few days Be that [Am]as it may, you ca[C]n only say you [F]are lone[Am]ly You are [Am]but a young girl [C]working your wa[F]y throug[Am]h the phonies Chorus [Dm] Cafe on,[F] milk gone, [Eadd4] such a sad light and fa[Am]ding. [Dm] Yourself you to[F]uch, but not too much[Eadd4]. You hear it'[Am]s degrading. The flow[Am]ers on your stock[C]ings wilting aw[F]ay in th[Am]e midnight The book[Am] you are reading [C]is someone's op[F]inion of[Am] moonlight Your ski[Am]n is so white, yo[C]u'd like maybe [F]to go to[Am] bed soon Just clo[Am]sing your eyes if[C] you're to rise[F] up befo[Am]re noon [Dm] High heels,[F] car wheels,[Eadd4] all the losers are [Am]groovin' [Dm] Your dream,[F] strange scene,[Eadd4] images are m[Am]ovin' Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that one You sit in your one room a little brought down in London Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading. Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading. It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely You are but a young girl working your way through the phoniesIt's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading. Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading. The flowers on your stockings wilting away in the midnight The book you are reading is someone's opinion of moonlight Your skin is so white, you'd like maybe to go to bed soon Just closing your eyes if you're to rise up before noon High heels, car wheels, all the losers are groovin' Your dream, strange scene, images are movin' Your friends they are making a pop star or two every evening You know that scene backwards, they can't see the patterns they're weaving Your friends they're all models but you soon got over that one You sit in your one room a little brought down in London Cafe on, milk gone, such a sad light and fading. Yourself you touch, but not too much. You hear it's degrading. It's Saturday night, it feels like a Sunday in some ways If you had any sense, you'd maybe go away for a few days Be that as it may, you can only say you are lonely You are but a young girl working your way through the phonies