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Kal Lavelle - Breakfast At Tiffanys ukulele

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CAPO  2

F                           Am
You sit on her couch, 
                                           G
That's half made from a bath,
                                           F
You said you seen one like it,
                                   F
In Breakfast At Tiffany's,
                                          Am
And she hasn't named her cat, 
                                                  G
And you think she's cute like that, 
                                                 F
And it reminds you of that scene,
                                  F
In Breakfast At Tiffany's
                                     Am
And is she Holly Golightly,
                            G
Or is she Lula Mae, 
                                      F
Yeh, You don't really know, 
                                  F
And she can't really say,
                                             Am
Yeh she's a nineteen fifties girl, 
                                                 G
But you're a wannabe fifties boy, 
                                         F
And I'm sorry to say to you, 
                                     F
You're just a, a toy to her.

                                    Am        F       F          
Cause ya can't cage a wild thing
        G                         Am        F       F
No ya can't cage a wild thing, No,
              G                          Am
And the moment ya let her go, 
          F                                F
Is the moment you'll really know, 
        G                         Am        F       F          G
That you can't cage a wild thing. No.


F                                                       Am
You could write a novella about that girl, 
                                           G
But it won't be worth your while, 
                                                   F
Give her fifty for the powder room, 
                                       F
And all you'll get is a smile, 
                                     Am
So let's go to Joe Bell's bar, 
                                        G
And drink a bottle of whiskey, 
                                    F
And forget about that girl, 
                             F
And her pretty misery, 
                                         Am
Cause I've read Capote's book, 
                                             G
And it ain't got a Hollywood ending, 
                                   F
So can we stop pretending, 
                           F
That this is the movie,
                                                 Am
Cause you will end up like that cat, 
                              G
Left in Spanish Harlem, 
                          F                                  F
waiting for the love of his life to come running back,


                                    Am        F       F          
Cause ya can't cage a wild thing
        G                         Am        F       F
No ya can't cage a wild thing, No,
              G                          Am
And the moment ya let her go, 
          F                                F
Is the moment you'll really know, 
        G                         Am        F       F          G
That you can't cage a wild thing. No.


Am          F                  F                          G
We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back,
Am          F                  F                          G
Yeh, We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back
Am          F                  F                          G
Yeh We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back
Am          F                  F                          G
Yeh, We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back

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