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"Kitchen"

Typed by:  Chris Bray (cbray@comp.uark.edu)

(For a more accurate version of this, buy the "It's a Shame About Ray"
songbook).


Intro:   | G | Cadd9 |  (x 4)


             
   Thrilled to

             
 be in the sam

             
e post code   

              
as you.
             
   I tell you 

             
things I know 

      
you'd like to 

know,
            
   Treat you t

             
o cake every n

ight.
             
Suddenly talk 

              
and it'll make

                    
   you fright.
            
   Smile at me

              
, I'll hold yo

             
u really tight

    
,
              
Follow you int

             
o bed, run aro

         
und till morni

n',
             
We'll   stay a

         
wake all night

.
              
We'll repeat t

         
he same       

              
stories, but o

            
f course never

             
 in front of f

riends.
          
How it all sta

          
rted in the ki

tchen.

       
Hey!

{play verse chords}
Remember the time you said we should wait awhile?
You'd let me know when you changed your mind.
Yeah, I was sad for some time.
But 12 hours watching me at the wheel
Made me realize what you really feel.
Won't have to hurt anymore.


       
Ooohhh......


Walking you home along Mt. Vernon Street,
You told me secrets I was shocked to know.
Pretend it was me every night.
I'm thrilled to  be in the same postcode as you.
I'll come and visit, maybe never go,
Follow you into bed.


             
   Run around 

         
till mornin' a

             
nd we'll stay 

            
awake every ni


ght.
              
We repeat the 

         
same       sto

             
ries, but of c

             
ourse never in

          
 front of frie

nds.
             
   How it all 

         
started in the

 
 kitchen.

{repeat and fade}