Intro:
[C] [G] [Am] [F] [C] [G] [Am] [F]
[C]Now and then she rereads the [G]manuscript
[Am]Of the entire torrid [F]affair
[C]They compared their licenses
He said, [G]"I'm not a donor but
[Am]I'd give you my heart if you [F]needed it"
[C]She rolled her eyes and said
"You're a [G]professional"
He said, [Am]"No, just a good [F]samaritan"
[C]He said that if the sex was
half as good as the [G]conversation was
Soon [Am]they'd be pushin' [F]strollers
But soon it was [C]over[G] [Am] [F]
[C] [G] [Am] [F]
[C]In the age of him, she wished she was [G]thirty
And made[Am] coffee every morning in a [F]Frеnch press
[C]Afterwards she only atе [G]kids' cereal
And [Am]couldn't sleep unless it was in [F]her mother's bed
Then [C]she dated boys who were[G] her own age
With [Am]dart boards on the backs of [F]their doors
[C]She thought about how he said
since she was so [G]wise beyond her years
[Am]Everything had been above board
[F]She wasn't [C]sure[G] [Am] [F]
[C] [G] [Am] [F]
[Am]And the years passed
Like [G]scenes of a show
The [C]professor said to [G]write what you know
Lookin' [Am]backwards
Might be the [G]only way to move forward[F]
[Am]Then the actors
Were [G]hitting their marks
And [C]the slow dance
Was alight [G]with the sparks
And the [Am]tears fell
In [G]synchronicity with the score
[C]And at last
She [G]knew what the agony had been [F]for
[C]The only thing that's left is the [G]manuscript
One last [Am]souvenir from my [F]trip to your shores
[C]Now and then I [G]reread the manuscript
But the [Am]story isn't mine [F]anymore
