F# Well we're here, A#m We're at the common again, D#m Smoked six of the 10 fags B That I only bought an hour ago F# Said well I, A#m I like the look of your shoes D#m I like the way that your face looks B when I'm arguing with you Chorus: D#m And so when C# When we all grow old B I hope that this song will remind you F# C# That I'm not half as bad as what you've been told D#m When I knock C# at a hundred and two B And I see your pyjamas F# C# I can't stop smiling at you That's why we're here, we're at the common again I've been pouring my heart out towards your optimistic grin I said, 'Well I, I like the cut of your jib I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him" Chorus: But on this shirt I found your smell I just sat there for ages contemplating what to do with myself I called you up at a hundred and two We just sat there for ages Talking about that boy what was getting on to you | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA#m C# D#m F# B |