Year: 1989 - Album: Don't You Know Who I Think I Was? - The Best of the Replacements
Written by Paul Westerberg
intro:G G G D F#m G
D F#m
Well she's kind of like an artist
G D
Sittin' on the floor
G D
Never finishes, she abandons
G D
Never shows a soul
D F#m
And she's kind of like a movie
G D
Everyone rushes to see
G D
And no one understands it
G D
Sittin' in their seats
F#m G
She opens her mouth to speak and
F#m Bm
What comes out's a mystery
G F#m
Thought about, an' I've understood
G D F#m G
She's achin' to be
D F#m
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
G D
Every other day of the week
G D
People look right through her
G D
Baby doll check your cheek
D F#m
And she's kind of like a poet
G D
Who finds it hard to speak
G D
Poems come so slowly
G D
Like the colors down a sheet (Chorus)
A G
I've been achin' for a while now, friend
A G D F G D
I've been achin' hard for years
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D F#m
Well she's kind of like an artist
G D
Who uses paints no more
G D
And never show what you're doing
G D
Never show a soul
F#m G
Yeah I saw one of your pictures
F#m Bm
There was nothin' that I could see
G F#m
If no one's on your canvas
G D
Well, I'm achin' to be
F#m G
She closes her mouth to speak and
F#m Bm
Closes her eyes to see
G F#m
Thought about an' only love and
G D F#m G
She's achin' to be
G D F#m G
Just like me
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