Fingerless Gloves

D G A D D G A D There's a girl outside Green Park station, playing her guitar for the homebound crowd G A D Every now and then, someone stops to give her money, she doesn't miss a beat, she's laying it down G A G A G A D Her eyes are closed, her head's thrown back, her feet are tapping out a rhythm as she sings about love G A G A G A D Her breath is hanging in the cold evening air, she's wearing ballet shoes and Fingerless Gloves G A D Ballet shoes and Fingerless Gloves D G A D Well I stop to listen to a couple of verses, about a Romeo and his Juliet G A D She'll never be an angel but I've heard a lot worse, her voice is the colour of cigarettes G A G A G A D Her eyes are closed, her head's thrown back, her feet are tapping out a rhythm as she sings about love G A G A G A D Her breath is hanging in the cold evening air, she's wearing ballet shoes and Fingerless Gloves G A D Ballet shoes and Fingerless Gloves D G A D D G A D G A G A G A D G A G A G A D G A D D G A D A few hours later, I'm standing on a stage, playing my guitar for a paying crowd G A D Right at the front is the Green Park girl, singing and clapping and laughing out loud G A G A G A D I close my eyes, throw my head back, my feet are tapping out a rhythm as I lie about love G A G A G A D I can't help thinking how lucky I am, I've never had to wear Fingerless Gloves G A D Never had to wear Fingerless Gloves D G A D D G A D G A G A G A D G A G A G A D G A D Riff on G A & D in 3rd line of verse (all positions relative to capo D G |-0--------0----------------2-|