I Could Even Grow A Moustache For You

A F#m D E Oh blue days of spring, and I'm thinking about you baby The moon and the ring, it was hung up for you baby I took my old car, and I rolled down to the station and I waited in the bar, but I would never see your face again D E D E D E A I could fight in the ring, I could walk on a string, even grow a moustache for you the night black as tar, and the band was playing shady your eyes full of stars, and you used to shake that thing little baby you swung your little shoes so hard that it could brake the name of nostalgia (?) and I spun like a few, on a turkish nuclear powerline (??) Db F#m D A and now the angels stand all lined up, bringing everything you want Db F#m D E and your left like gypsy monroe, I can hear it in my dream so clear as stone (??)