C#m D Dmaj7  A F#m E 


[Verse]
C#m 
A cut-out picture of a sugar tart
      D
With olive skin, a purple heart,
 A
Concrete shoes, and it's just the start
 F#m             E
Of bigger things unseen.
C#m
Heroes of our glory days
 D
Ride upon the hip-hoorays
A
Of hometown girls who've been displayed
E        A
In dirty magazines.


[Chorus]
E                                     F#m
"And what am I supposed to do with you?"
E                                  F#m      D
Just tell me everything I've heard before
            A      E          F#m
Like it was news, Like it was news


[Verse]
C#m
The miners strike, hold out for love
   D
We bust their heads, push and shove,
   A
By helmet light, we rise above
 F#m             E
And say, "look out below!"
C#m
They're such a grim, romantic crew,
D
Swear they won't forget but do,
A
It leaves them free to cry anew
E                  A
At every song we know.


[Chorus]
E                                     F#m
"And what am I supposed to do with you?"
E                                     F#m    D
Just tell me everything I want to hear
            A     E          F#m
Like it was true, Like it was true


[Verse]
C#m
Sometimes I wish that I was king
    D
And held the end of every string,
A
The fear, the prize, the mortal sting
F#m                   E
Of what will come of this.
C#m
For now I'll let all chance unwind
D
To keep our secret hearts entwined,
A
And if I choose to see this as a sign
E         A
It surely is.


[Chorus]
E                                     F#m
"And what am I supposed to do with you?"
E                                     F#m    D
Just tell me everything I've heard before
            A      E          F#m
Like it was news, Like it was news