Well, we're [C]here
We're at the common [Em]again
Smoked six of the [Am]ten fags that
I only bought an hour ago[F]
Said well [C]I
I like the look of your [Em]shoes
I like the way that your [Am]face looks
When I'm arguin' with [F]you
And so [Am]when
When we all grow [G]old
I hope this song will
[F]remind you that I'm not
Half as bad as what[C] you've been [G]told
And when I [Am]knock
At a hundred and [G]two
And I see your [F]pyjamas
I can't stop smiling at [C]you[G]
And that's why we're [C]here
We're at the common [Em]again
I've been pouring my [Am]heart out
Towards your [F]optimistic grin
I said well [C]I, I
I like the cut of your [Em]jib
I like the way that your [Am]face looks
When you're yappin' on [F]about him
But on this [Am]shirt
Well I found your [G]smell
I just sat there for [F]ages
Contemplating what to do[C] with [G]myself
I called you [Am]up
At a hundred and [G]two
We just sat there for [F]ages
Talkin' about that boy what
Was [C]gettin' on to [G]you
You, you, you
[C] [Em] [Am] [F]
[C]
