Phoney Love

      C             F
Your daddy reads the paper still,
    D              G
an ash tray on the window sill,
    E              Am              F     Fm
And Mama blows her smoke into the night. Mmh
      C                  F
And your boyfriend's turning twenty-three
    D                  G
And you, you're barely seventeen
   E                   Am
Oh kissing through the phone screen
        F       Fm
Phoney love for life.


[Chorus]

    C        Dm            Am
And oh it's funny how the money
    Am    G      F
The Money never comes
           C
There's an answer.
           E                F
There's an answer somewhere out there.
C E F C
Mmhh
Dm Am Dm Am