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Closing Time (Cohen Leonard)

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Ah we're drinking and we're dancing  
 G  
And the band is really happening  
 Em  
And the Johnny Walker wisdom running high  
 Bm  
And my very sweet companion  
 Bm  
She's the Angel of Compassion  
 Em  
She's rubbing half the world against her thigh  
 C  
And every drinker every dancer  
 C  
Lifts a happy face to thank her  
 G B7 Em  
The fiddler fiddles something so sublime  
 D  
All the women tear their blouses off  
 D  
And the men they dance on the polka-dots  
 C  
And it's partner found, it's partner lost  
 C  
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:  
 G  
It's closing time  
 
 C  
Yeah the women tear their blouses off  
 C  
And the men they dance on the polka-dots  
 G B  
And it's partner found, it's partner lost  
 Em C  
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:  
 G D  
It's closing time  
 
Ah we're lonely, we're romantic  
And the cider's laced with acid  
And the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"  
And the moon is swimming naked  
And the summer night is fragrant  
With a mighty expectation of relief  
So we struggle and we stagger  
Down the snakes and up the ladder  
To the tower where the blessed hours chime  
And I swear it happened just like this:  
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss  
The Gates of Love they budget an inch  
I can't say much has happened since  
But closing time  
 
I swear it happened just like this:  
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss  
The Gates of Love they budget an inch  
I can't say much has happened since  
But closing time, closing time  
 
 Em  
I loved you for your beauty  
 Em  
But that doesn't make a fool of me:  
 D  
You were in it for your beauty too  
 Em  
And I loved you for your body  
 Em  
There's a voice that sounds like God to me  
 A D  
Declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's  
really, really, really, really you  
 
 C  
And I loved you when our love was blessed  
 C  
And I love you now there's nothing left  
 G B7 Em  
But sorrow and a sense of overtime  
 D  
And I missed you since the place got wrecked  
 D  
And I just don't care what happens next  
 C  
Looks like freedom but it feels like death  
 C  
It's something in between, I guess  
 G  
It's closing time  
 
Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked  
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex  
Looks like freedom but it feels like death  
It's something in between, I guess  
It's closing time  
 
Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing  
But there's nothing really happening  
And the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night  
And my very close companion  
Gets me fumbling gets me laughing  
She's a hundred but she's wearing something tight  
And I lift my glass to the Awful Truth  
Which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth  
Except to say it isn't worth a dime  
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice  
And it's once for the devil and it's once for Christ  
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights  
We're busted in the blinding lights  
Of closing time  
 
The whole damn place goes crazy twice  
And it's once fore the devil and it's once for Christ  
But the Boss don't like these dizzy heights  
We're busted in the blinding lights, busted in the blinding lights  
Of closing time, closing time  
 
 G  
Oh the women tear their blouses off  
 G  
And the men they dance on the polka-dots  
 D  
It's closing time  
 
And it's partner found, it's partner lost  
And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops  
It's closing time  
 
I swear it happened just like this:  
A sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss  
It's closing time  
 
The Gates of Love they budget an inch  
I can't say much has happened since  
But closing time  
 
I loved you when our love was blessed  
I love you now there's nothing left  
But closing time  
 
I miss you since the place got wrecked  
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex  
It's closing time...