Alice chords and lyrics - MOTT THE HOOPLE

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[Intro 1]
[D][Ebm][G][D][Ebm][G][D]
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[Verse 1]
Now [A]Alice
needed money. I put ten [D]dollars on the breeze.
As the [A]wind died away,
she sank way [D]below her knees.
And as [G]a hurricane passed [D]by,
[Em]she clutched the money f[D]rom the sky.
[Em]She must have been [D]at least
a fathom [C]high.
She works the forty [A]second beat,
on forty [C#]second [D]street,
With all her [A]golden ambitions,
and dead [D]rhinestones in her feet.
And when a stranger [G]said she [D]sucked,
she just smiled, believing luck,
As she climed into his [Em]truck,
[D]to make [C]a buck.[D]
[Bm]Oh my go[D]d,
she's run[G]ning 'round [D]the trees,
[Em]Said she couldn't touch [D]them
because they're [A]so [D]rea[A]l.
[D]Alice [G]you remind me of Manhattan;
The [D]seedy [G]and the snaz, the
shoeboys and the satins.
Like a [D]throne made [C#]of gilt [G]that too
many johns have sat in.
[Eb]Oh, I got my e[G]yes on y[D]ou.[Ebm]
[F#]Now keep[F#m] a wat[A]ch on your watch,
and [D]a watch on [C#]her watch,
[D]'Cause if you [A]ain't too careful,
he's gonna kick [D]you in the crotch.
And you're [G]out in the cold,
[D]and you kno[G]w that you've bee[D]n rolled,
And the cops [Em]don't even stop,
[G]and you[D] feel old[C].
See, Alice [A]really liked you,
but you stayed [D]a while too long.
[C#]Now she want[A]s you to forget it,
and come [D]back before too long.
But make [G]it quick if you could,
[D]she's gonna [G]star [Em]in Hollywood.
[D]The producer seems t[Em]o think
[D]she's kin[G]da goo[C]d.[G]
[Bm]Me and my ca[D]mera eyes,
[G]sitting on a [D]fence,
[Em]Laughing at [D]the light
s of New [A]York City.
[D]Alice [Ab]you [D]remi[G]nd of Manhattan;
The [D]seedy and snaz, the
[G]shoeboys and the satins.
Like [D]a throne made [C#]of gilt,
that [G]too many johns have sat in.
[A]Oh, [Ab]just[A] com[G]e over.[D][C#][Em][G]
[D][Ebm][G][D][Em][G]
[D][Ebm][G][D]
[F#][G][D][Ebm][F#][G][D][Em]
[G][D][A][Em]
[G]Roll up.
See [A]Alice on the palace,
where [D]her name adorns the boards.
Ain't no [A]flash in her Cannes,
she got the will[D]power of a horse.
And [G]it's a long way to Broad
[D]way from a forty second lay,
Or is it [Em]really just [D]a couple
of block[C]s away?
Now, I won[A]der if she wonders,
if I won[D]der, if she wonders
About [A]the times I put her down,
when she seemed to [D]be right under?
[G]She told me morals are tradi[D]tions,
contradic[Em]tions, su[D]perstitions.
See, [Em]Alice is always [D]based
on split [C]decisions.[G]
[Bm]Me and my stup[A]idity,
[D]sit[G]tin' on a fence,
[D]And dig[Em] ging what I thou[D]ght
was New [A]York City.
Oh, [D]Alice, [G]you remind me of Manhattan;
The [D]seedy [G]and snaz, the
shoeboys and the satins.
Like a [D]throne made of gilt,
[G]that too many johns have sat in.
[Ab]Oh, I [G]like you.
[D]Yeah, [C#]Alice,
[D]the[G] lights were meant for you.
Your [D]weaknesses, [C#]successful,
[G]and your selfishness the clue.
You gotta [D]lose what you get,
and [G]for what you get, you lose.
[A]Oh, [Ab]I know[A] it.[G]
Oh, [D]Alice, [C#]don't[D] s[G]top
and think a minute,
Or your [D]brain is gonna get ya,
[G]drop your heart right in it.
And [D]you're a shooting star,
[G]and you'll die if you don't win [Ab]it.
[G]Yeah,[D][G][D][C#][D]
[G][D][G]
[G][D][C#][D][G]
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[Outro 1]
You didn't make the book.