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[Verse 1]
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How many times have I been around
Gm        F      E         F
Recycled papers paving the ground?
           Bb             Am          Gm   F
Well, she lives for the written word
    Bb           Am       C
And people come second, or possibly third

[Verse 2]
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And there is no style, but I say "well done"
       F          C
To the Girl Least Likely To
     Gm         F           E           F
Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong
    Gm         F         E        F
But deep in my heart, I know I am not
             Bb                  Am          Gm    F
And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
Bb        Am      C
Without my contribution

[Verse 3]
     Dm         F            G
So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
       F          C
To the Girl Least Likely To
Gm          F        E       F
Page after page of sniping rage
   Gm      F            E       F
An English singe or an American tinge
             Bb            Am                Gm    F
"There's a publisher," she said, "... in the new year"
Bb    Am       C
(It's never in this year)

[Verse 4]
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I do think this, but I can't admit it
        F            C
To the Girl Least Likely To
   Gm        F         E       F
So one more song with no technique
Gm        F         E         F
One more song which seems all wrong... 
    Bb      Am          Gm    F
And oh, the news is bad again
Bb  Am      C
"See me as I am" again

[Verse 5]
        Dm         F      G
And the scales of justice sway one way
        F                    C
In the rooms of Those Least Likely To
     Gm        F             E          F
Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong
        Gm             F         E           F
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
    Bb     Am   Gm F
From 21 to 25
    Bb Am  C
From 25 to 29

[Verse 6]
      Dm         F            G
And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"
        F          C
To the Girl Least Likely To
    Gm        F      E       F
Oh, one more song about The Queen
   Gm        F         E           F
Or standing around the shops with 'P's
     Bb              Am               Gm    F
"But someone's got to make it!" she screams
   Bb        Am         C
"So why why can't it be me?"
              Dm        F         G             F
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
         C
Which is hurt

[Verse 7]
   Gm        F         E        F
So how many times will I shed a tear?
     Gm        F      E       F
And another stage of verse to cheer
         Bb           Am          Gm    F
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Bb        Am           C
Please remember these nights
       Dm        F             G
When I sit and support with a dutiful smile
                F             C
Because there's nothing I can say
   Gm          F             E           F
So chuckling, churning, and turning the knife
   Gm      F         E           F
On everything (except their own life)
      Bb        Am            Gm    F
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
       Bb   Am           C
And an explanation - it drains me
   Dm          F         G
If only there could be a way

[Outro]
           Gm        F         E       F
There is a different mood all over the world
  Gm        F         E       F
A different youth, unfamiliar views
    Bb                Am          Gm    F
And dearest, it could all be for you
            Bb        Am      C
So will you come down and I'll meet you?
        Dm        F           G
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
             Bb                  Am          Gm    F
Oh darling, it's all for you... 
             Bb                  Am          Gm    F
Darling, it's all for you... 
             Bb                  Am          Gm    F
Oh darling, it's all for you...