Cat Stevens - Sad Lisa

She ^Emhangs her head and cries in my ^Dshirt^C She ^Dmust be ^Emhurt very ^Dbadly^G. Tell me ^Gwhat's ^Dmaking you ^Esadly^A. ^EOpen your ^Adoor, don't ^Dhide in the ^Cdark. You're ^Dlost in the ^Emdark, you can ^Dtrust ^Gme Cause you ^Dknow that's how it ^Emmust ^Abe ^EmLisa ^ALisa sad ^BLisa ^EmLisa

Her ^Emeyes like windows trickelling ^Drain^C, U^Dpon her ^Empain getting ^Ddee^Gper. Though my ^Glove ^Dwants to ^Emrelieve ^Aher She ^Emwalks a^Alone from ^Dwall to ^Cwall ^DLost in her ^Emhall she can't ^Dhear ^Gme Though I ^Gknow she ^Dlikes to be m^Enear ^Ame ^EmLisa ^ALisa sad ^BLisa ^EmLisa

She ^Emsits in a corner by the ^Ddoor^C There ^Dmust be ^Emmore I can ^Dtell ^Gher If she ^Greally ^Dwants me to ^Emhelp ^Aher I'll ^Emdo what I ^Acan to ^Dshow her the ^Dway And ^Dmaybe some ^Emday I will ^Dfree ^Gher Though I ^Dknow no one can ^Emsee ^Aher ^EmLisa ^ALisa sad ^BLisa ^EmLisa