What Ruthy Said

A D A G A You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin, I'd say you're a model D A G A Can I be blue for you like I'm in fashion too? See me wobble D A F#m We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels, hit the throttle Bm A We'll do the rumba too and say the life we knew was so gay D A G A Oh, teach me to rock, I'm getting caught in a pocket of Saki D A G A We can go to a hop and do Suburban Bop, cool and sharply D A F#m Ooh, queue for the cops, you got no reason to not be Malaki Bm A Your Gossamer and Fluff are gonna be enough for today D G A A D G A D A F#m Bm A D A G A Oh, we'll dig the sand and sea down in Alicante on the borders D A G A We'll dig the hustle-around and hear the virgin sound of your daughters D A F#m American Bordeaux, we'll hit a rhythm slow, oh the tortures Bm A But what Ruthy said must have gone to your head like they say, oh D G A A D G A D A F#m Bm A