Head is in the sand
I’m no Ostrich, but it’s getting out of hand
So be a good friend
I’m counting on it that you know when I pretend
She is the fruit that ignites desire
She is the fuel thrown on the fire
She is a constant pain in my [A]neck
She is the cat that I just cannot let inside (Inside, inside, inside)
No more, I swear
If I have to [C7]watch you [A7dance I’m walking out of here
Desperately tired
The things you [A7say to [C7]me are crossing my [A]wires
Now his hand’s on [C7]you
So I start to [C7]dig; it’s all [Em]I can do
You are a torch in the darkest night and
You are a stɾingless, wayward kite and
You are the missing piece of the puzzle
You are the cat that I just cannot let inside (Inside, inside, inside)
No more, I swear
If I have to [C7]watch you [A7dance I’m walking out of here
No more, I swear
If he starts to [C7]take your hand [Bm]I’m ɾunning out of here
She is the fruit that ignites desire
She is the fuel thrown on [C7]the fire
She is a constant pain in my [A]neck
She is the cat that I just cannot let inside
No more, I swear
If I have to [C7]watch you [A7dance I’m walking out of here
Head is in the sand
I’m no ostɾich but it’s getting out of hand