Tom: G
Introdução: G
G
There's a tall, mulatto, boy I know
G
And he comes to every party - he stands alone.
G
In viewing them the rest, the 'corner of his glance, it gets so clear
G
He's not, judging anyone.
G
The way his arms float around his cage, he's caged
G
Canary sings, silently brings, his voice to rage.
G
The way they stop and stare, the way they turn their
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G
But he stays, he stands his ground.
(Chorus)
G D
And I'm, I'm so damn lame.
G
The way I condescend without ever knowing his name.
G D
He keeps it in a box, hangs it from his ear
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G
It's makin' me so ashamed.
G
Slender body, slip through his glance.
G
I don't give it a single chance.
G
The way he's rocking back and forth,
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G
him say hello, hello.
(Chorus 2)
G D
And I'm, I'm so damn lame.
G
Like a moth bumpin' off his godless flame.
G D
I cannot condescend or even apprehend, what comes over me
G
When I see his shameless face.
B
So rage, please rage, against me
B
Beat me down, beat me down, forgive me,
B
For what I've done, I'm so lame, I'm so lame, I'm so lame
B
So lame, so lame, so lame.