Tom: D
Introdução: A Dm
Dm A
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
Dm Bb
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
Dm A
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
Dm Bb
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
F C Dm Bb
But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string.
F C Dm Bb
I just need this stage to be seen.
F C Dm Bb
We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real.
F C Dm Bb
Hold my eye and know what it means.
Gm Bb F Am
Cause i'm my mind mind mind mind
Dm A
Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
Dm Bb
He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit.
Dm A
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
Dm Bb
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
F C Dm Bb
But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore.
F C Dm Bb
I just need this stage to be seen.
F C Dm Bb
Won't you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real?
F C Dm Bb
Hold my heart and see that it bleeds.
Gm Bb F Am
Cause i'm my mind mind mind mind