This Girl Is Taking Bets

	  		Am 
This Girl is a stencil of a brushstroke in the rain 
E Am 
She?s a ghost of the city she?s a body through the windscreen 
E Am 
This girl is the snowfall where the spring should have been 
E Am 
She?s the stains on the pages of a top shelf magazine 
 
This girl is a black eye she?s a bruise on your knee 
E Am 
She?s the ashes of the people that you really meant to be 
E Am 
This girl?s the resurrection she?s the comeback 
E Am 
She?s the absinthe and whiskey she is poetry and Prozac 
 
F G 
Am 
This girl is taking bets this girl?s a silhouette cant you see 
 
Am 
This girl is the flutter of fake lashes in the mirror 
E Am 
She?s a ragged edged fedora or a Spanish souvenir 
 
This girl is the clean cut she?s the frozen ground 
E 
She?s a knife drawn down the side street when there's no-one else around 
 
This girls a forged ticket to a Lloyd Webber show 
E Am 
She?s the far end of the graveyard up where the nettles grow 
E Am 
This girl is the rainbow in the dewy eyed stares 
E Am 
She?s the name tag on the toe of your long dead love affairs 
 
This girl is taking bets.... 
 
Am 
This girl is the wild smile the icy stare 
E Am 
She?s the crackle of the static she?s the curses she's The prayers 
E Am 
This girl is the junkie in the children's matinee 
E 
She?s the 4 minute warning 
Am 
She is hell to pay 
 
Am 
This girl is the plunge pool she is cocaine and Kodak 
E Am 
Now she's out setting sail on the ocean of the soundtrack 
This girl is the shaking hand the rattling cup 
E Am 
With a button and a note saying things are looking up