A   Bm F#m
A   Bm F#m

[Verse 1]
A                 Bm       F#m
Darling, I'm with St. Bernards
           A                           Bm  F#m
And we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
            A                Bm  F#m
And if they die it is on my head
            A                              Bm          F#m
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed


[Chorus]
       A               Bm           D        F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, yawning
       A               Bm         F#m        D*
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m*
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m*
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Instrumental]
A  Bm F#m
A  Bm F#m

[Verse 2]
A*                       Bm  F#m
Start as I mean to continue
A                         Bm  F#m
Complacent and self-involved
A                            Bm  F#m
You're trying not to be nervous
A*                        F#m
Wish you were trying at all


[Pre-Chorus]
 A                               Bm            F#m
I will wake, I will bake, I Will bake phallic cake
           A                     Bm  F#m
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
       A                           Bm          F#m
But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterised
         A                      Bm*
It's the way of living that I espouse


[Chorus]
       A               Bm           D        F#m*
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, yawning
       A*              Bm*       D*
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Instrumental]
A F#m A F#m

[Bridge]
A                                      F#m
 We are two ships that pass in the night
                             Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
                                          D
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl
                N.C.
Return nets empty, nothing and oh


[Chorus]
       A               Bm           D        F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, yawning
       A               Bm         F#m        D*
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Instrumental]
A F#m A F#m G#m

[Outro]
       A               Bm           D        F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, yawning
       A               Bm         F#m        D*
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m*
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m*     A*
Prove to each other that romance is boring