Chords for Liz Ryan - "Joyce the Librarian"

[C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Jaws for a prairie, skit, _ vegetarian, _ [Dm] _ _ flawty, [G] living with none, _ _ _
[C] Press handles of love, _ attending in classes, [F] at wishes, at roman, [G] at con, _ _ _
Though [Am] she'd never been kissed, it's [Eb] not something she'd missed, _
[G] _ [C] Until some [A]
weeks [Fm] before. _ _ _
[A] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ [C] When George for a prairie, handsome but hairy,
[Dm] _ Goes [G] to the library [C] to load,
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ George was unmarried, and the torch that Joyce carried
[F] Was [Dm] burning a hole in [G] her heart. _ _
_ [C] She wanted to know him, [Em] _ couldn't yet show him
She [F] didn't know where [G] to start.
_ So [Am] with crying out horrors, [Eb] she went to D.H. Lawrence
[G] To [C] glean a few [Ab] _ _ ideas. _ _
[F] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
_ When [C] she turned down flat, she was blue, _ fat, [F] and hot.
[G] In a [C] minute, he'd eaten her. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Joyce, the librarian, skit, _ _ vegetarian, [Dm] was burning with animal [G] lust. _ _
_ [C] The law [Em] made her say she'd _ strange, on the table, [F] in the face of the light.
[G] _ _ _ _ So [Am] she busies _ herself _ [Ebm] rearranging her shelf
[G] To try to [Eb] control [Ab] her _ _ _ _ dream.
[F] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
And then, _ _ [Dm] _
falling [G] apart, _ [C] _
oopsie,
The _ _ _ _ _ _ _ very next day she kicked out of his way,
[Dm] When George _ returned his [G] books. _ _
But with [C] growing conviction, as he pondered through fiction,
[F] She drew himself a plug [G] in locks.
And when [Am] George joined her, _ _ _
[Ebm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ _ _
[C] he fired and [Cm] _ removed her [Fm] seats. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Then, [C]
looked with [Em] horror, _ for he called tomorrow
[Dm] The Burn [G] of the Joyce.
[C] _
And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
because _ _ _ _ latterly, when the lady [F] chatteredly,
Something went snuff [G] in her head,
_ _ She [C] gave herself [Em] gladly, _ wildly, madly,
To the [F] lady, right, to George in [G] his bed.
_ Not [Am] very justly, she _ [F] feared [Ebm] that George is a bitch,
[C] Some other _ [G] _ librarian, [Fm] too. _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [Fm] _ Now, _ _ _ _ there's [C] a sob in her voice,
_ _ _ For both book _ _ and Joyce
[Ab] _ _ _
_ [Dm] Are a _ _ _ [G] fortnight old.
[F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
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