E
Lisa picks her coffee up takes a small lip from her cup
g#m
as she flashes with her blue eyes over at the counter
A
where the spanish boys are talking loud and hiking up their trousers proud
am
and she feels herself expiring like the ticket on her windscreen
E
while Janni sits there all alone, all alone with his walkman on
g#m
and he taps the rhythm gently with his fingers on the table
A
and he's trying not to sing along sing along to his favorite song
am
he doesn't want to play like that
am bm C
he just wants to
D E g#m
make her eyes see that he can make her body
A
tremble he's sure she'd make his fingers
F#7
tingle every time they touched her skin
E
and he just wants to be with her
g#m
and he just wants to lay down next to her
A F#7
and he just wants to go deeper, deeper than any boy has been
E
Then she pats her lips with a serviette, Christ knows why they're never wet
g#m
and anyway he knows she'll be back again tomorrow
A
and there's one thing wrong with the afternoon it always comes around too
soon
am am bm C D
he sees her lip her magazine away and walk over to the door
E
but he knows how to keep his cool and he knows to make it
g#m
he can't stop himself from falling but he's had to learn to fake it
A am
and anyway she's made today a better day than yesterday at least he feels
am bm C
alive and he could do the same for her if he could
D E
make her eyes see that he can make her body
tremble he's sure she'd make his fingers
tingle every time they touched her skin
and he just wants to be with her
and he just wants to lay down next to her
and he just wants to go deeper, deeper than any boy has been...
