Rip To The Empire State Flea Market

Em7 Bm7 4x A D G Em7 Portchester past I95, take a right into the parking lot A D G Em7 Down the stairs past the Mariachi records you bought and then forgot A D/C G Em7 Who would play you in a movie, maybe Julia Styles A D/C G Em7 Cus you got a foreign lover winking at the bottom of your smile Em7 Bm7 Tell you what I’ll do Em7 Bm7 I’ma wait out here for you Em7 Bm7 Till the cars begin to move Em7 Bm7 And the sun dries all the dew Em7 Bm7 Em7 Bm7 Search through all the bars and the nice gentlemen’s cars Em7 Bm7 Em7 Bm7 Smile and then you’re gone you don’t get what you want A D G Em7 Can’t figure the mathematics of your thighs in the f**k’em dress A D G Em7 Pat Swayze on them bitches like its 4AM and I’m depressed A D/C G Em7 Who would play you in a movie maybe Maggie Gyll’ A D/C G Em7 Irish immigrants stare out the water sad and mute and still Em7 Bm7 One day when you’re gone Em7 Bm7 I’ma wait out on your lawn Em7 Bm7 Till the street lamps all turn on Em7 Bm7 And the dog walkers are gone Em7 Bm7 Black out all the moon Em7 Bm7 Black out in your room Em7 Bm7 You don’t get what you want Em7 Bm7 You don’t get what you want Em7 Bm7 4x