Courtney

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Courtney by The Clarks
Transcribed by Chris Choncek (con1@fyi.net OR choncek@alltel.net)


A                E               F#m             D
Everyone?s gonna look at me, confounded by my decency
A                    E           D
I?ve got no tales of personal tragedy
A                    E                 F#m            D
And everyone?s gonna know my name, and talk about my new found fame
A              E             D
Alluding to my functional family


Prechorus:
Bm                      D        E
She said she liked the simple melody.
    Bm                  D
She brought me on stage for a bow
F#m                    E                 D
I stood there laughin?, all I said was ?wow?

Chorus:
                      A      E      D
And Courtney loves me now


Now my friends they all want to know, is this for real or is this just for show
They?re taking bets on when I?m history
And all her friends are gonna tell her things, shared apartments, diamond rings
And how that car phone?s an absolute necessity


Prechorus:
She liked the way I kissed her cheek.
She brought me upstairs, grabbed a towel
I stood there laughin?, all I said was ?wow?

REPEAT CHORUS

E                   F#m
Courtney?s fond of telling me
Bm                         D
I?m everything she used to be
E                F#m
Bridget Fonda?s telling her
Bm                     D                       E
Let?s go for steaks, baby you could wear your fur

Then I?ll ask to have her hand, and hold it as she quits the band
She whispers playfully, you can open up for me
Buy a house maybe hit the road, share a joint maybe share the load
And laugh about our plans they?re history

Prechorus:
She said she liked the way I licked her feet.
She brought me upstairs, showed me how
I stood there laughin?, all I said was ?wow?

REPEAT CHORUS