Quaint Affair

Am   Dm

The sunlight hits the lonely streets

F   Dm  Em

Love despairs for the one in my bed

Am   Dm

It’s a quaint affair with an air of defeat

F  Dm   F

Because nothing’s easy nothing’s easy when it’s wrong

E

It’s harder not to never never ever have to love

F Am

Love in a sense loves himself

E    E7

Maybe undressed calls me his darling

F     Am

With that stare and those hands, come back again

E E7

‘Cause the things that now deceive me I know I’ll never care to understand

Am   Dm

A thought recurred for hours and hours

F   Dm Em

Could I pretend that the man in my bed

Am   Dm

Is the one I hold dear but then that’s unfair

F Dm   F

‘Cause my love is easy Love is easier to share

E

It’s harder not to never never ever have to love

F Am

Love in a sense loves himself

E    E7

Maybe undressed calls me his darling

F     Am

With that stare and those hands, come back again

E E7