David Bowie

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          A B           E         G
We met upon a hill the night was cool and still
     E         A  B            G        F#
She sucked my dormant will Mother she blew my brain
   A       G             F#       G
I will go back again my God she shook me cold

   E      A    B           E          G
I had no time to spare I grabbed her golden hair
       E       A   B            G       F#
And threw her to the ground Father she caved my head
    A         G                 F#       G
Oh lord the things she said my God she should be told

Chorus:
E               D                            A
I was very smart broke the gentle hearts of many young virgins
E                                G
I was quick on the ball left them so lonely
        D
They'd just give up trying
E                        D                      A
And then she took my head smashed it up left my young blood rising
E                               G
Crushed me mercilessly kept me going around
        D
So she don't know how I crave her so, oh, oh

I'll give my love in vain to reach that peak again
We met upon a hill Mother she blew my brain
I will go back again my God she shook me cold