B

You and I sat together, your arms around me tight,

A                                        B

And the trees were barely visible in the evening light.

B

I was thinking I could trust you, that you would play it cool,

A                                   B

but watch out for the yeomen in the vestibule

F#

You shouldn’t pretend somethin’s a joke

F# A  B     F#

if it ain’t funny.