Capo on 3

F     Gm     Eb      Bb  Gm7   F

F                Gm
  I'm feelin' so good right now
          Eb                    Bb    Gm7         F
There's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his past
             Gm
He buys me a brandy
Eb                    Bb          Gm7      F
  Or could it be he's really just after my ass?
             Gm
He likes the clothes I wear
Eb                   Bb     Gm7      F
  He says he likes a man to dress in season
           Gm               Eb                Bb
But no one else ever stares, he's being so kind
Gm7           C--
What's the reason?

[chorus]

C         G             Am    F
 How many friends have I really got?
                          G
 You can count 'em on one hand
C         G              Am     F        G
 How many friends have I really got?
C         G              Am     F
 How many friends have I really got?
     Bb   F        Bb   F           Bb   F/A Gm Gm7 C
That love me, that want me, that'll take me  as I   am?

Suddenly it's a silver screen
And a face so beautiful that I have to cry out
Everybody hears me
Well, I look like a fool, now, if I try and I shy out
She knows all of my friends
But it's nice to find a woman who'll stay on late
But now I think I've reached the end
I wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate?

[repeat chorus]


Cm                 Cm/Bb
   It's all like a dream you know
            Bb                    F
When you're still up early in the morning
Gm                    F                   Eb
    And you all sit together to watch the sun come through
Cm                 Cm/Bb
  But things don't look so good
               Ab
When you could use a bit of warning
Fm                                    C/G                   G
  Then you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you.

[repeat chorus]

When I first signed the contract, it was more than a handshake then
I know it still is, but there's a plain fact
We talk so much shit behind each other's backs, I get the willies
People know nothing about their own soft guts
So how come they can sum us up
Without suffering all the hype we've known
How come they bum us up

[repeat chorus]