Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 He started to woo her in the most peculiar way,

 The Librarian's dress was a fawnish shade of grey,

 The books he was to borrow he would surely never read,

 They had an intellectual caliber, he hoped

that she would see.

 He planned to take her home to bed some day,

 He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she

  [G/f#]

lay,

 But the unspoken thing they both knew,

 Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget

 in just ten minutes.

 Her beauty has not truly been seen until her

 beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,

 Her tears have not truly been dried until her

 tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.

 He was beginning to irritate so she made him go away,

 The smallest cruelest insults she ignored his subtle ways.

 The deftly silence let him know his efforts were in vain,

 Did the words ever exist and if so could he find them.

 He planned to take her home to bed some day,

 He'd smooth her goose bumped skin while she

  [G/f#]

lay,

 But the unspoken thing they both knew,

 Whilst he'd dream of her often she would forget

 in just ten minutes.

 Her beauty has not truly been seen until her

 beauty's been seen by his tired eyes,

 Her tears have not truly been dried until her

 tears have been dried on his tattered shirt sleeves.

 Her body has not truly been stripped till her

 clothes have been ripped by his nail bitten

 fingers,

 Her beauty has not truly been seen till her

 beauty's been seen by his tired eyes.

 and oh, on the loneliest of nights

 he will never hold her tight he will never kiss her eyelids