Standard (EADGBE)
Oh, I swear and I swear and I swear
That my hearts not in it
I can deadpan as dead as I can
But my hearts not in it
What little of yours, what little of mine
And well get by
Like jailbirds locked in a cell
We go well together
Like a marriage arranged in hell
We go well together
Cruel poverty is the tie that binds
And well get by
Cant run in a dead end street
Cant run in a dead end street
No wings upon your feet
All your dreams are shackled to the ground (repeat)
And it couldnt be love
And it couldnt be love
Oh it couldnt be love
Oh it couldnt be love
What little of yours, what little of mine
And well get by