Verse: F A# Gm Dm / A# F C
Chorus: (C A#) Dm A# A# F / A# F C
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I watch you run your bony fingers through my 45s
Dust gets on your nails, girl, and there’s sweet hope in your eyes
Tell me, how am I to let you know I’m kinda T-Rex meets The Jam?

Hold my breath and hope that you were gonna look my way
Your dark hair it is so precious, try to think of words to say
I ain’t too good at saying things but I could tape you certain songs

Ooh, city girl, I want you for myself
Just to hold your slowly swaying hips to mine
Ooh, pretty girl, I want you for my own
I swear that you’re the missing moonlight from my soul song

I see you walking to the counter with your confident stride
Little hands filled with vinyl, sweet contentment in your eyes
My heart is skipping beats as I let the needle fall on Sam Cooke and pray

What have we here but something funky and something kinda old
But every record that you buy, girl, turns to solid gold
I’m just a smile behind the counter, you’re just a “thank you” and you’re gone

Ooh, city girl, I want you for myself
Just to hold your slowly swaying hips to mine
Ooh, pretty girl, I want you for my own
I swear that you’re the missing moonlight from my soul song