Pete Townshend - Slit skirts

^BbmI was just thirty-four years old and I was still ^Abwandering in a haze ^GbI was wondering why everyone I met seemed like they were ^Eblost in a maze ^BbmI don't know why I thought I should have some kind of ^Abdivine right to the blues ^GbIt's sympathy not tears people need when they're the ^Ebfront page sad news

^BbThe incense burned away and the ^Ebstench began to rise And ^Bblovers now estranged avoided ^Ebcatching each others' eyes

^C7And girls who lost their children cursed the ^F7men who fit the coil And ^C7men not fit for marriage took their ^F7refuge in the oil No-one ^D7respects the flame quite like the ^G7fool who's badly burned From ^D7all this you'd imagine that there ^G7must be something learned...

^C7Slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those ^F7slit skirts And I don't ever wear no ^C7ripped shirts Can't pretend that growing older ^F7never hurts ^C7Knee-pants, Jeanie never wears those ^F7knee-pants We have to be so drunk to try a ^C7new dance So afraid of every little ^F7romance...

^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those ^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, she wouldn't dare in those ^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, wouldn't be seen dead in those ^G7slit skirts ^DRomance, romance, why aren't we thinking up ^Dromance? Why can't we drink it up ^Dtrue heart romance? Just need a brief new little ^G7romance...

^BbmLet me tell you some more about myself, you know I'm ^Absitting at home just now. ^GbThe big events of the day have passed and the ^Eblate TV shows have come on. ^BbmI'm number one on the home team, but I ^Abstill feel unfulfilled. ^GbA silent voice in a broken heart complains that ^EbI'm unskilled.

^BbAnd I know that when she thinks of me, she ^Ebthinks of me as him. But ^Bbunlike me she don't workout her ^Ebfrustrations in the gym.

^C7Recriminations fester and the ^F7past can never change ^C7A woman's expectations run from ^F7both ends of the range. ^D7Once she walked with untamed lovers f^G7ace between her legs, ^D7Now he's cooled and stifled and it's ^G7she who has to beg...

^C7Slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those ^F7slit skirts And I don't ever wear no ^C7ripped shirts Can't pretend that growing older ^F7never hurts ^C7Knee-pants, Jeanie never wears those ^F7knee-pants We have to be so drunk to try a ^C7new dance So afraid of every little ^F7romance...

^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, Jeanie isn't wearing those ^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, she wouldn't dare in those ^DSlit skirts, slit skirts, wouldn't be seen dead in those ^G7slit skirts ^DRomance, romance, why aren't we thinking up ^Dromance? Why can't we drink it up ^Dtrue heart romance? Just need a brief new little ^G7romance...

^DRomance, romance, why aren't we thinking up ^Dromance? Why can't we drink it up ^Dtrue heart romance? Just need a brief new little ^G7romance...