This little shuffle climbs and climbs over the circular chord progression.
It's fun to play. When I look at the lyrics it makes me think this woman
is one of GP's fictional favourites - the sloane ranger he loves to despise.
It's probably not a real person, but no doubt he knows the type.
Intro: Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Bb
VERSE
Bb C
She's got everything she needs and it isn't you
Eb F
A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue
Bb C
Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass
Eb F
Powerful liquor in a hip flask
Bb C
Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea
Eb F
A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree
Bb C
Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence
Eb F
It all works like clockwork It all makes sense
CHORUS
Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb
To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature
Bb Bb
That's what she is
With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed
A vicious black rodent she calls Fred
She keeps her diary under the bed
but there's nothin' in it cos it's all in her head
Walkin' round London with foreign banknotes
throwin' silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats
Being invisible Being obscene
Being the person you wish you'd been
CHORUS repeat
BRIDGE
Dm Cm7
But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room
Dm