Funny de Trashcan Sinatras

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 D                            Em       D
 I know she doesn't play the field
           Em                 D                    Em   D
 But she likes to know the strength of the team
                                Em      D
 She says she doesn't like my style
         Em                 D
 But I loved her in my own fashion
           Em
 Kept her under wraps
          D
 Planted lots of verbal traps
                            G       Em
 But she won't be gone for long
           D
 Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood
G                    Em
 And when she comes home

 She'll kick up some dust
      G                 D
 And ask me what's wrong

                        C       D
 She's a funny kind of girl
      C                   D
 Set sail in a ship in a bottle
                        C       D
 She's a funny kind of girl
          C     D
 C the Swiss fake it when the yodal
                        A       G       D
 She's a funny kind of girl

 D                   Em         D
 I know her face so well
                Em
 Although the color of her eyes
    D
 Escapes me for the moment
         Em
 G Ill send out the spies
     D
 To hassle her at home
              Em
 And all the words to the wise
          D
 And the wise to the words I say
   G            Em
 Though her embrace
          D
 Is like being short-changed

 Or under-charged
 G             Em
 I'll never revisit the scene of the crime
                        G            D
 Where I've seen you crying with glee

                        C       D
 She's a funny kind of girl
             C                     D
 Give bad directions to a drunken sailor
                     C          D
 He ended up in the hills
      C
 And she ended up
           D
 In the wrong hands
                        A       G       D
 She's a funny kind of girl

Solo: G    D    G    D    G    Em    D     G    Em   G    D

                    F#m
 I'll stick out my neck
           G               D
 And I'll raise the heavy head of importance
 F#m           G             D
 And when the cap fits I'll wear it
           Em             D
 But if I knew what made carpets fly
                Em
 I wouldn't be sitting here
                D
 Twiddling my thumbs in applause
        Em
 I'd threadbare my soul
        D
 And wheedle my way
       Em              G
 Into other people's lives
                D
 And out of my own
 G  D   G   D   G   D   A   D   G   D   G   D   G   D   A   Em    D

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Gunnar O. Haereid               "Call, collect and gather me,
Oslo, Norway                     take me intravenously."
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