This little shuffle climbs and climbs over the circular chord progression.

It's fun to play. When I look at the lyrics it makes me think this woman

is one of GP's fictional favourites - the sloane ranger he loves to despise.

It's probably not a real person, but no doubt he knows the type.



Intro: Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Bb



VERSE

Bb C

She's got everything she needs and it isn't you

Eb F

A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue

Bb C

Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass

Eb F

Powerful liquor in a hip flask

Bb C

Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea

Eb F

A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree

Bb C

Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence

Eb F

It all works like clockwork It all makes sense



CHORUS

Bb Eb Bb Eb Bb Eb

To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature

Bb Bb

That's what she is



With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed

A vicious black rodent she calls Fred

She keeps her diary under the bed

but there's nothin' in it cos it's all in her head

Walkin' round London with foreign banknotes

throwin' silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats

Being invisible Being obscene

Being the person you wish you'd been



CHORUS repeat



BRIDGE

Dm Cm7

But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room

Dm