The Ballad Of Lucy Connor

B E B E B E E A (2x) B E B E B E A G# E Lucy was a shit hot sci-fi writer C# B A With a penchant for a story awfully gory E And she'd certainly killed off a lead or two A G# But when the money got tight E She started working nights C# At a bar on Denmark Street B A And the bouncers were pricks, and the punters were thick E And when the yuppies tried to chat her up she'd always tell them E F# C#m A Don't waste your time, your time on me E F# C#m A Cause it's clear that I'm not your ideal company E F# C#m A Don't waste your time, your time on me E F# C#m A Because it's clear that you've got somewhere else that you would rather be E A E A E A B (2x) A G# Waiting at a pelican crossing E C# B She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the window of passing car A E It scared her stiff, how ill she looked A She hadn't written in days, cause she was stuck at the bar G# And then that evening at work E She had to deal with this burke C# B Who kept on asking her about her sleeve tattoos A This inarticulate fool E She grabbed his collar, pulled him close and she said E F# C#m A Don't waste your time, your time on me E F# C#m A Cause it's clear that I'm not your ideal company E F# C#m A Don't waste your time, your time on me E F# C#m A Because it's clear that you've got somewhere else that you would rather be E A E A E A B (2x) C#m A C#m E F# C#m A E F# (4x)