E
Lisa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips,
E
She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips,
A
She's got deep brown eyes,
E
That've seen it all.
E
Working at a nightclub that was called The Avenue
E
The bar men used to call her "Little Lisa, Looney Tunes"
A
She went down,
E
on almost anyone.
Gbm
A
From the hard time living 'til the Chelsea days,
Gbm
B
From when her hair went sweet blonde 'til the day it turned grey
She said;
Chorus:
E
A
L.I.F
.E
.G
.O.E
.S.O.N.
B
A
You've got more than money and sense, my friend
E
A
B
A
You've got heart, and your going your own way.
E
A
L.I.F
.E
.G
.O.E
.S.O.N.
B
A
What you don't have now will come back again
E
A
B
A
You've got heart, and your going your own way.
E
Some people wear their history like a map on their face,
E
And Joey was an artist just living out of case,
A
E
But his best work, was his letters home.
E
His standard works of fiction about imaginary success,
E
The Chorus girls in neon were his closest things to friends,
A
E
But to a writer, the truth is no big deal.
Gbm
A
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights,
Gbm
B
And the black and blue body from the weekend fights
He'd say;
Chorus - 2x -:
Dbm
A
E
B
On my last night on earth, I won't look to the sky
E
A
Dbm
B
Just breathe in the air and blink in the light
Dbm
A
E
B
On my last night on earth, I'll pay a high price
E
A
E
B
To have no regrets and be done with my life
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