Written by Sticky Fingers
Dm Am It takes a beaten up animal to put em all away A# F Rushing me around and sending me astray Dm Am Don't you lie to me, yes we finally A# F Got a handle on the doors we open and shut Dm Am Packing up my suitcase, cause I'm going far away A# F I'm going to a place where the credit cards Dm Am Don't decline on me, yes we finally A# F Got a handle on the doors we open and shut Gm C Am She took her time Dm Gm Took my mind C Am Dm But forget mine Gm C Am Me in my frame of mind Dm Gm We took our time C Am Dm But she took mine Dm Am We're remotely secluded in this far away place A# F Heading to a land where everything is okay Dm Am Don't think suddenly that you and me A# F Got a handle on the doors we open and close Dm Am Can you take a little time ego balance your ways A# F Cause everything we do and we put on display Dm Am Maybe you and me are a little the same A# F So what do you think of-a what we've made? Gm C Am She took her time Dm Gm Took my mind C Am Dm But forget mine Gm C Am Me in my frame of mind Dm Gm We took our time C Am Dm But she took mine