D/Dmaj7 Em/Em7 A/A6 X2

D Em A
The word’s on the street: you’ve found someone new.
D Em A
If he looks nothing like me I’m so happy for you.
C A D F#
I heard an old girlfriend has turned to the church –
C A D
she’s trying to replace me, but it’ll never work.

Bm
‘Cos every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
Em G
And every time he kisses you it leaves behind the
D
bitter taste of saccharine.

D Em A
A bad cover version of love is not the real thing.
D Em A
Bikini-clad girl on the front who invited you in.
C A D F#
Such great disappointment when you got him home –
C A D
the original was so good; the one you no longer own.

Bm
And every touch reminds you of just how sweet it could have been
Em G
And every time he kisses you, you get the taste of saccharine.
Bm
It’s not easy to forget me, it’s so hard to disconnect
Em G
When it’s electronically reprocessed to give a more life-like effect.

G
Aah, sing your song about all the sad imitations that
D
got it so wrong
D Em
It’s like a later “Tom & Jerry” when the two of them could talk
A G
Like the Stones since the Eighties, like the last days
D
of Southfork.
D Em
Like “Planet of the Apes” on TV, the second side of “‘Til the Band Comes in”
A
Like an own-brand box of cornflakes: he’s going to let
D
you down my friend.

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