Intro (x2): A    Bm  Gbm
 
Verse A:
A                 Bm      Gbm
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
           A                          Bm   Gbm
And we're scouring the Alps and the Andes
             A                    Bm   Gbm
And if they die then it is on my head
             A                             Bm          Gbm
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed
 
Chorus:
         A               Bm         D             Gbm
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         Gbm
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            Gbm
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         Gbm        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
 
Interlude (x2): A    Gbm  A Gbm
 
Verse:
A                        Gbm
Start as you mean to continue;
A           Gbm        A
Complacent and self-involved
                         Gbm
You're trying not to be nervous
A            Gbm        A
If you were trying at all
 
Verse:
A                    Bm           Gbm
I will wake, I will bake phallic cake
             A                    Bm     Gbm
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
          A                          Bm        Gbm
But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterized
          A                   Bm    Gbm
It's the way of living that I espouse
 
Chorus:
         A               Bm         D             Gbm
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         Gbm
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            Gbm
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         Gbm        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
 
Interlude (x7): A    Gbm  A Gbm
 
Bridge:
A                                  Gbm
We are two ships that pass in the night
                           Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
                                      C
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl
             D
Return nets empty, nothing at all
 
Chorus:
         A               Bm         D             Gbm
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking still yawning
        A              Bm          D         Gbm
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
  A              Bm           D            Gbm
Sure there are things I could do if I was half prepared to
A               Bm         Gbm        D
Prove to each other that romance is boring
 
Outro: A