Hefner - May God Protect Your Home
Bb C F Bb
I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
Bb C F Bb
And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
Bb C F
And where did you get to smell so sweet,
Bb
Is that sweetness for me,
Bb C F
And where did I find these eyes that I found,
Bb
They will surely let me down.
Bb F Gm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
D Em
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
F Bb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
Bb F Gm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
D Em F Bb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
Bb C F Bb
There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child,
Bb C F Bb
And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
Bb C F Bb
I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
Bb C F Bb
And now I bathe in the light of the most beautiful heavenly angel this side of the sun.
Bb F Gm
And your hair stops short of a line which starts at your neck,
D Em
And flows over your collarbone down to your breast,
F Bb
Where my hand lies ever so gently.
Bb F Gm
And my hand starts to move down your stomach and in between those thighs,
D Em F Bb
To a soft warm place I call home and may god protect your home.
JD
