Liar, My Dear

The ra[C]infall in More[D]cambe embitt[G]ers me,
It so[C]aks my h[D]air and sti[G]ngs my cheeks,
But you kn[C]ow that [D]I am fond o[G]f you,
And a[C]ll the things we're [D]yet to do.

[C]Procrastina[D]tion, pay no h[G]eed of time,
[C]Pursue roma[D]nce and b[G]eak and wine,
But y[C]ou know that the[D]y're all fo[G]nd of you,
And a[C]ll the things you c[D]laim you'll do.

Y[C]ou will meet[Em] her by the st[G]atue,
And you'll tell h[C]er w[Em]hat she wants to h[G]ear,
Dont you know that young he[C]arts b[Em]ruise so easily,[G]
And you sound li[C]ke [Em]Billy Liar, My [G]Dear.

[C]Local gi[D]rl put your he[G]art in his hands,
Should it [C]fall [D]apart [G]understand,
[C]You know t[D]hat I am f[G]ond of you,
And a[C]ll the things we wil[D]l never do.

[C]Her hea[D]rt
Her heart
Her heart