This little shuffle climbs and climbs over the circular chord progression.
It`s fun to play. When I look at the lyrics it makes me think this woman
is one of GP`s fictional favourites - the sloane ranger he loves to despise.
It`s probably not a real person, but no doubt he knows the type.
Intro: Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Bb
VERSE
Bb C
She`s got everything she needs and it isn`t you
Eb F
A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue
Bb C
Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass
Eb F
Powerful liquor in a hip flask
Bb C
Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea
Eb F
A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree
Bb C
Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence
Eb F
It all works like clockwork It all makes sense
CHORUS
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb
To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature
Bb Bb
That`s what she is
With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed
A vicious black rodent she calls Fred
She keeps her diary under the bed
but there`s nothin` in it cos it`s all in her head
Walkin` round London with foreign banknotes
throwin` silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats
Being invisible Being obscene
Being the person you wish you`d been
CHORUS repeat
BRIDGE
Dm Cm7
But inside her heart There`s a kid locked away in a room
Dm