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(as with all James Reyne songs, I apologise if I didn't get the lyrics right!!) :)
Finger picked in a simple arpeggio is better that strumming this one.
Everyday IC see you wearing thingDms,
that have never bFeen worn before, Am
While your children aGt the government schools send money forAm the poor.Am B C
And all yCou buy you bargained forDm,
WiFth your little mind,Am
So that from your silks down Gto your palimony
You're tre Amtre elAmegaBnceC.
Chorus
So it's the back bGeach in the summer, Dm
The chaleEmt for the snow Am
You poor F
You got really Cno place to go G
verse
Antiques flown in from Venice
Fill your house upon the hill
While your money sold the soul of rock'n roll
For some cheap disco thrill.
I've seen your peers pouting over beers
The loneliness it shows
Mistaking tacky sex for sensuality
Bought in Toorak Road.
Chorus
So it's the back beach in the summer,
The chalet for the snow
You poor Hoochie Goochi Fiorucci mama
You got really no place to go
FInside the empty castle Em
Your loDmnely heart will dwell Am
BbThe life that she's been losing Am
Like some stoney Abbagged motel G
FThe loving that you never found Em
Dmdon't know the reason why Am
You poor HoochBbie Goochi Fiorucci mama Am Ab
Don't you Gcry C
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