Shirley - Ver 2

C Am F G 2x C Am F G Every time I look at Shirley, I seem to lose my senses C Am F G I get a violent nose-bleed, she mists up my contact lenses C C7 F Every time I look at Shirley, I know there is no other C Am F G And I don’t mind ... that Shirley’s made of rubber. Link C Am F G C Am F G I don’t know what it is about me ... that seems to attract her C Am F G She used to be an inner tube on someone’s knackered tractor C C7 F The farmer climbed on board every morning, bright and early C Am F G And in a funny way, I suppose, I do the same to Shirley. Link C Am F G C Am F G Someone took her on the farm and ironed out the creases C Am F G Painted on a face and added various bits and pieces C C7 F Her mouth is always open, her eyes are always staring C Am F G Her legs go up and down more, ... if I put less air in. Link C Am F G C Am F G She’s got rubber lips and rubber hips and even a rubber belly C Am F G She isn’t Taurus, Leo, Pisces ... Shirley is Pirelli C C7 F She doesn’t shout or move about, she doesn’t even show out C Am F G Plus you have to hold on tight - when she has a blow-out Link C Am F G C Am F G The other day I took her from the cupboard where I hide her C Am F G Decided I would pump her up and, I suppose you could say: ride her C C7 F We got up from the floor, ‘cause we weren’t on our own there C Am F G That was the day ... that I was banned from Texas Homecare. C Am F G C Am F G C