Frank

...FRANK... by Amy Winehouse (2004)

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*FRANK*

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>2. YOU SENT ME FLYING

>3. CHERRY

>4. KNOW YOU NOW

>5. FUCK ME PUMPS

>6. I HEARD LOVE IS BLIND

>7. MOODY'S MOOD FOR LOVE

>8. (THERE) IS NO GREATER LOVE

>9. IN MY BED

>10.TAKE THE BOX

>11.OCTOBER SONG

>12.WHAT IS IT ABOUT MEN

>14.AMY AMY AMY

>15.BROTHER

>16.MR MAGIC (THROUGH THE SMOKE)

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1...STRONGER THAN ME... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Verse 1:

You should be stronger than me,

You been here seven years longer than me.

Don't you know you're 'sposed to be the man?

Not pale in com-parison to who you think I am.

You always wanna talk it through; I don't care!

I always have to comfort you, when I'm there.

But that's what I need you to do; stroke my hair.

Chorus 1:

'Cos I've forgotten all of young love's joy,

Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy.

Verse 2:

You should be stronger than me,

But instead you're longer than frozen turkey.

Why'd you always put me in con-trol?

All I need is for my man to live up to his role.

Always wanna talk it through; I'm O-K.

Always have to comfort you, every day.

But that's what I need you to do; are you gay?

Chorus 2:

'Cos I've forgotten all of young love's joy,

Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy.

Verse 3:

He said; "the respect I made you earn,

Thought you had so many lessons to learn".

I said; "you don't know what love is; get a grip!

Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script".

I'm not gonna meet your mother, any-time.

I just wanna grip your body, over mine.

Please tell me why you think that's a crime.

Chorus 3:

'Cos I've forgotten all of young love's joy,

Feel like a lady, but you my lady boy.

Coda:

You should be stronger than me,

You should be stronger than me.

You should be stronger than me,

You should be stronger than me.

Outro:

(Trumpet Solo)

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2...YOU SENT ME FLYING... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Verse 1:

Lent you Out-si -daz, and my new Badu.

While I was thinking, I didn't have a clue.

Tough to sort files, with your voice in my head.

So then I bribed you downstairs, with a Marlboro Red.

Bridge 1:

So now I feel so small, discover-ing you knew.

How much more torture would you have put me through?

You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes.

Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes.

Chorus 1:

And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,

You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.

With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,

Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.

Verse 2:

And although he is no -thing, in the scheme of my years,

It just serves to bludgeon, my futile tears.

And I'm not used to this; I observe, I don't chase.

But now I'm sick with conse-quences, thrust in my face.

Bridge 2:

And the melodramas of my day de-livery blows,

That surpass your re-jection; it just goes to show.

A simple attraction, that reflects right back to me,

So I'm not as into you, as I ap-pear to be.

Chorus 2:

And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,

You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.

With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,

Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.

Verse 3:

His message was bru-tal, but the delivery was kind.

Maybe if I get this down, I'll get it off my mind.

It serves to con-dition me, and smoothen my kinks,

Despite my frus-tration, for the way that he thinks.

Bridge 3:

And I knew the speech, when it came, would be to that effect,

At least you're attracted to me, which I did not expect.

Didn't think you'd get my number down and such,

But I've never hated myself for my age, so much.

Chorus 3:

And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,

You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.

With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,

Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.

Chorus 4:

And although my pride, yeah, is not easy to dis-turb,

You sent me flying, when you kicked me to the kerb.

With your battered jeans, and your Beasties tee,

Now I can't work like this, with you next to me.

(Fade)

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3...CHERRY... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Verse 1:

Her name is Cherry, we've just met,

But al-ready she knows me better than you.

She under-stands me, after eighteen years,

And you still don't see me like you ought to do.

Chorus 1:

Maybe we could talk 'bout things,

If you was made of wood and strings.

While I love her every sound, I dunno how to tune you down.

You're so thick and my patience thin,

So I got me a new best friend.

With a pickup that puts you to shame; and cherry is her name.

Verse 2:

And when I'm lonely; Cherry's there,

And she plays along while I sing out my blues.

I could be crying and you don't care,

You won't call me back; you're stubborn as a mule.

Chorus 2:

Maybe we could talk 'bout things,

If you was made of wood and strings.

You might think I've gone too far;

I'm talking 'bout my new guitar.

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4...KNOW YOU NOW... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: Eb)

Verse 1:

You're just a little boy, underneath that hat,

You need your nerve to hide your ego; don't come with that.

Bridge 1:

You think everything get's handed to you free.

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But it's not that ea-sy, no.

Chorus 1:

I gotta know you now; we may never meet again.

I gotta know you now, and then.

Verse 2:

My girl says I'm too sensi-tive to ride with you,

But I'm not listening to her, mmm hmm.

Bridge 2:

Yes, I'm perceptive, so when I've done with you;

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You'll wish your head back the way it were, as you were.

Chorus 2:

I gotta know you now; we may never meet again.

I gotta know you now, and then.

Interlude:

(with Vocal Ad-Libs)

Bridge 3:

Oh, I'm not ruling you out, I'm just in doubt,

Em7 A7Sus4 A7b9 (n.C)

As to what you say you're all a-bout, yeah.

Chorus 3:

I gotta know you now; we may never meet again.

I gotta know you now, and then.

I gotta know you now, and then.

Coda:

I gotta know you now; we may never meet a-gain.

I gotta know you now; we may never meet a-gain.

I gotta know you now; we may never meet a-gain.

I gotta know you now; we may never meet a-gain.

Outro:

(Repeat to Fade)

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5...FUCK ME PUMPS... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Verse 1:

When you walk in the bar, and you dressed like a star,

Rockin' your F me pumps.

And the men notice you, with your Gucci bag crew,

Can't tell who he's lookin' to.

'Cuz you all look the same; every-one knows your name,

And that's you whole claim to fame.

Ne-ver miss a night, 'cuz your dream in life,

Is to be a foot-ballers wife.

Chorus 1:

You don't like players, that's what you say-a,

But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.

You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,

But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.

Verse 2:

You're more than a fan, look-in' for a man,

But you end up with one-night-stands.

He could be your whole life, if you got past one night,

But that part never goes right.

In the morning you're vexed, he's onto the next,

And you didn't even get no taste.

Don't be too up-set, if they call you a skank,

'Cuz like the news; every-day you get pressed.

Chorus 2:

You don't like players, that's what you say-a,

But you really wouldn't mind a million-aire.

You don't like ballers, they don't do nothing for ya,

But you'd love a rich man, six feet two or taller.

Verse 3:

You can't sit down right, 'cuz you jeans are too tight,

And your lucky it's ladies night.

With your big empty purse, every week it gets worse,

At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Mia-mi, 'cuz you got there for free,

But somehow, you missed the plane.

You did too much E; met somebo-dy,

And spent the night getting caned.

Chorus 4:

Without girls like you, there'd be no fun;

We'd go to the club, and not see any-one.

Without girls like you, there's no night-life,

All those men just go home to their wives.

Verse 4:

Don't be mad at me, 'cuz you're pushing thir-ty,

And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job, that you always get dumped;

So dust off your fuck me pumps.

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6...I HEARD LOVE IS BLIND... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Verse 1:

I couldn't resist him,

His eyes were like yours,

His hair was exactly the shade of brown.

He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell;

It was dark and I was lying down...

Verse 2:

You are everything,

He means nothing to me,

I can't even remember his name.

Why you so upset? Baby, you weren't there,

Dmaj7 A7Sus4 A7

But I was thinking of you when I came.

Bridge 1:

What do you ex-pect? You left me here, alone.

I drank so much and needed to touch.

Don't over-react; I pretended he was you.

You wouldn't want me to be lonely.

Verse 3:

How do I put it so you understand?

I didn't let him hold my hand.

But he looked like you, yes, he looked like you,

No, he wasn't you...

Coda:

But you can still trust me; this ain't infidelity.

This ain't cheating; you were on my mind.

Yes, he looked like you; but I heard love is blind.

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7...MOODY'S MOOD FOR LOVE (TEO LICKS)... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go,

Pretty baby, you are the soul; snaps my control.

Such a funny thing,

But everytime you're near me I never can behave.

You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic.

There's music all a-round me,

Crazy music; music that keeps calling me so...

Verse 2:

Very close to you; turns me into your slave,

Come on and do with me;

Any little thing that you want to.

Anything, baby; just let me get next to you.

So am I insane,

Or do I really see Heaven in your eyes?

Bright as stars that shine up above you,

In the clear blue sky; how I worry bout you.

Just can't live my life without you,

Baby, come here; don't have no fear.

Oh, is there a wonder why,

I'm really feeling in the mood for love? So tell me;

Bridge 1:

Why, stop to think about this weather, my dear?

This little dream might fade away.

There I go talking out of my head again. Baby, won't you;

Verse 3:

Come and put our two hearts together,

That would make me strong and brave.

Oh, when we are one; I'm not a-fraid, I'm not afraid.

If there's a cloud up a-bove us,

Come on and let it rain,

I'm sure our love together would endure a hurri-cane.

Ooh my baby, won't you please let me love you?

And get a release from this awful misery.

What is all this talk about loving me my sweet?

I am not a-fraid, not any-more, not like be-fore.

Don't you understand me?

Bridge 2:

Now baby, please,

Pull yourself to-gether, do it soon;

My soul's on fire; come on and take me,

I'll be what you make me, my darling.

Verse 4:

Oh baby, you make me feel so good, let me take you by the hand.

Come let us visit out there, in that new promised Land.

Maybe there we can find a good place to keep a lovin' state of mind?

I'm so tired of being without it, and never knew what love was all a-bout.

(Spoken):

James Moody, would you come on hit me?

You can blow now if you want to; I'm through...

Outro: (TEO LICKS)

(Slower Tempo)

C#m9 Abm7 Dmaj7, F#m Ab7,

C#m9 Abm7 Dmaj7, G#aug7

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8...(THERE IS) NO GREATER LOVE... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

There is no greater love,

Than what I feel for you.

No sweeter song,

No heart so true.

Verse 2:

There is no greater thrill,

Than what you bring to me.

No sweeter song, than what you sing, sing to me.

Bridge 1:

You're the sweetest thing,

That I...have ever known.

And to think that you are mine alone, you are mine alone.

Verse 3:

There is no greater love,

In all the world, it's true.

No greater love, than what I feel for...you.

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9...IN MY BED... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: Cm)

Verse 1:

Wish I could say it breaks my heart,

Like you did in the beginning.

It's not that we grew a-part;

A nightingale no longer singing.

Verse 2:

It's something I know you cant do;

Seperate sex with emotion.

I sleep alone the sun comes up,

You're still clinging to that notion.

Bridge 1:

Every thing is slowing down;

River of no return.

Reco-gnise my every sound,

There is nothing new to learn.

Chorus 1:

You'll never get my mind right,

Like two ships passing in the night,

In the night, in the night.

Want the same thing where we lay,

Otherwise mine's a different way,

A different way from where I'm going.

Oh, it's you again,

Listen; this isn't a reunion;

So sorry if I turn my head.

Yours is a familliar face,

But that don't make your place safe,

In my bed, my bed, my bed.

Interlude:

Verse 3:

I never thought my memo-ry,

Of what we had, could be intruded.

But I couldn't let it be;

I needed it as much as you did.

Verse 4:

Now its not hard to under-stand,

Why we just speak at night.

The only time I hold your hand,

Is to get the angle right.

Bridge 2:

Every thing is slowing down;

River of no return.

Reco-gnise my every sound,

There is nothing new to learn.

Chorus 2:

You'll never get my mind right,

Like two ships passing in the night,

In the night, in the night.

Want the same thing where we lay,

Otherwise mine's a different way,

A different way from where I'm going.

Oh, it's you again,

Listen; this isn't a reunion;

So sorry if I turn my head.

Yours is a familliar face,

But that don't make your place safe,

In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed.

Outro:

Dmaj7 Ebmaj7, Dmaj7 D7#9

(Fade)

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10...TAKE THE BOX... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: G#m)

Intro:

Am, Em (x2)

Verse 1:

Your neighbours were screaming, I don't have a key for downstairs.

So I punched all the buzzers, hoping you wouldn't be there.

So now my head's hurting, you say I always get my own way..

But you were in the shower, when I got there,

I'd have wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say.

Bridge 1:

'Cos you were, so beautiful, be -fore to-day.

But then I heard what you got to say; man, that was ugly.

Chorus 1:

The Mos-chino bra you bought me last Christmas;

(Put it in the box, put it in the box).

Frank's in there, and I don't care,

(Put it in the box, put it in the box).

Just take it, take the box... take the box.

Interlude:

Verse 2:

I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it should be.

I feel like writing you a letter, but that is not me; you know me.

Feel so fucking angry; don't wanna be re-minded of you.

But when I left my shit in your kitchen,

I said good-bye to your bedroom; it smelled of you.

Bridge 2:

Mr False Pretence; you don't make sense,

I just don't know you.

But you make me cry; where's my kiss goodbye?

I think I love you.

Chorus 2:

The Mos-chino bra you bought me last Christmas;

(Put it in the box, put it in the box).

Frank's in there, and I don't care,

(Put it in the box, put it in the box).

Just take it, take the box... take the box.

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11...OCTOBER SONG... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Intro:

Dmaj7 Bm6, Bmaj7 Abm6 (x4)

Verse 1:

Today, my bird flew away;

Gone to find her big Blue Jay.

Starlight before she took flight,

I sang a Lullaby Of Birdland everynight.

I sang a lullaby everynight,

Sang for my Ava everynight.

Chorus 1:

Ava was the morning, now she's gone,

She's re-born like Sarah Vaughan.

In the sanctuary, she has found,

Birds sur-round, her sweet sound.

Bridge 1:

And Ava flies, in paradise,

And Ava flies, in paradise.

Verse 2:

With dread, I woke in my bed,

To shooting pains up in my head.

Lovebird, my beautiful bird,

Spoke until one day, she couldn't be heard.

She spoke until one day, she couldn't be heard.

She just stopped singing.

Chorus 2:

Ava was the morning, now she's gone,

She's re-born like Sarah Vaughan.

In the sanctuary, she has found,

Birds sur-round, her sweet sound.

Bridge 2:

And Ava flies, in paradise,

And Ava flies, in paradise.

Chorus 3:

Ava was the morning, now she's gone,

She's re-born like Sarah Vaughan.

In the sanctuary, she has found,

Birds sur-round, her sweet sound.

Bridge 2:

And Ava flies, in paradise,

And Ava flies, in paradise.

Coda:

(with Vocal Ad Libs)

(Repeat to Fade)

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12...WHAT IS IT ABOUT MEN... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: Bm)

Verse 1:

Understand; once he was a family man.

So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand.

Emulate, all the shit my mother hated.

I can't help but demonstrate my Freudi-an fate.

Verse 2:

My alibi for ta-king your guy,

History re-peats itself; it fails to die.

And animal aggres-sion is my downfall.

I don't care 'bout what you got; I want it all.

Chorus 1:

It's bricked up in my head, and shoved under my bed.

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

My destructive side, has grown a mile wide,

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

What is it 'bout men?

Verse 3:

I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing.

And I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing.

And I'll save my tears, for uncover-ing my fears.

For be-havioural patterns that stick o-ver the years.

Chorus 2:

It's bricked up in my head, and shoved under my bed.

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

My destructive side, has grown a mile wide,

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

Ooh, it's bricked up in my head, and shoved under my bed.

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

My destructive side, has grown a mile wide,

And I question myself again; what is it 'bout men?

What is it 'bout men?

Outro:

(Repeat to Fade)

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13...HELP YOURSELF... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

Intro:

Verse 1:

When I walk in your shoes,

I understand a man confused.

There must have been, but I don't care,

I feel the way your soul does there.

Darling, they empathise,

Looking through your bloodshot eyes.

And I know you; you're so frustrated,

Besides we all become what we once hated.

Bridge 1:

Be-sides, nobody, can be that wise.

Chorus 1:

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

You can only get,

So much from someone else.

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

Verse 2:

You've got a degree, a-in philosophy,

So you think you're clever-er than me.

But I'm not just some drama queen,

'Cos it's where you're at; not where you've been.

So what do you ex-pect from me,

To hold your head a-bove the sea?

And carry you even though you're bigger,

'Cos don't you know you crush my tiny figure?

Bridge 2:

And anyway, we're still so young,

And this isn't yesterday.

Chorus 2:

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

You can only get,

So much from someone else.

I can't help you,

If you won't help your-self.

Break:

You might be twenty five, but in my mind,

I see you as sixteen years old most the time.

And I'm just a child, and you're full grown,

And you are like nothing I've ever known.

Outro:

(Repeat to Fade)

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14...AMY, AMY, AMY... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: Cm)

Intro:

Am D (x3) Am (n.C)

Verse 1:

At-tract me,

'Till it hurts to concen-trate.

Dis-tract me;

Stop me doin' work I hate.

Just to show him how it feels;

I walk past his desk in heels.

One leg resting on the chair,

From the side he pulls my hair.

Chorus 1:

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Although I've been here be-fore,

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Mascu-line, you spin a spell,

I think you'd wear me well.

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Wheres my moral parallel?

Verse 2:

It takes me,

Half an hour to write a verse.

He makes me,

I-magine it from bad to worse.

My weakness from the other sex,

Every time his shoulders flex.

The way the shirt hangs off his back,

My train of thought spins right off track.

Chorus 2:

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Although I've been here be-fore,

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Mascu-line, you spin a spell,

I think you'd wear me well.

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Wheres my moral parallel?

Verse 3:

His own style,

Right down to his Deisel jeans.

Im-mo-bile;

I can't think by any means.

Under-wear peeks out the top,

I'll let you know where you should stop.

From the picture my mind drew,

I know I'd look good on you.

Chorus 3:

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Although I've been here be-fore,

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Mascu-line, you spin a spell,

I think you'd wear me well.

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Wheres my moral parallel?

Break:

Creative energy abused, all my lyrics go unused.

And when I clock black hair, blue eyes,

I drift off; I fanta-sise.

Interlude:

Chorus 4:

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Although I've been here be-fore,

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Mascu-line, you spin a spell,

I think you'd wear me well.

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Wheres my moral parallel?

Chorus 5:

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Although I've been here be-fore,

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Mascu-line, you spin a spell,

I think you'd wear me well.

(Amy, Amy, Amy),

Wheres my moral parallel?

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2008 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

15...BROTHER... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: C#m)

Intro:

Am7 D7 Gmaj7, E7sus4 E7,

Amaj7, Am7 D7 Gmaj7, E7sus4 E7

Verse 1:

Brother;

There's so much that I could never say to your face.

But by now,

You should know the world and all its ways; so find your place.

Verse 2:

How do I find words that do not condescend,

When she bore you be-fore me?

'Cos she doesn't need a child; she needs a friend.

A son, not a sob sto-ry. (Ooh, ooh, hoo).

Chorus 1:

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

And your priority; it must be her.

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

'Cos we'll never be the way we were. (Ooh, ooh, hoo).

Verse 3:

She can't always be there,

Just to hold you down; our mother.

When you are at an age now,

Where life turns a-round, my brother.

Verse 4:

Realise;

That you don't have to answer to no man,

Re-sponsibility comes down to you.

But how can I expect you to understand,

When you live life like you're so run through?

Chorus 2:

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

And your priority; it must be her.

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

'Cos we'll never be the way we were.

Chorus 3:

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

And your priority; it must be her.

Now you must look out for her, the way she did for you.

'Cos we'll never be the way we were.

Coda:

The way we were, we'll never be.

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh).

And your pri-ority it must be her.

(Ooh, ooh, hoo).

Outro:

Amaj7, Am7 D7 Gmaj7, E7sus4 E7

(Repeat to Fade)

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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2008 (clumsyband@hotmail.com)

16...MR. MAGIC (THROUGH THE SMOKE)... by Amy Winehouse

*from 'Frank' (2004)*

(Original Key: Cm)

Intro:

Verse 1:

Every day I see you, my hands were made for you.

And you always give me stress free point of view.

Pick you up after school.

Chorus 1:

(Mr. Magic), take a token,

(Mr. Magic), of my love.

Cmaj7 E7 (n.C) (Am7)

(Mr. Magic), I see you through the smoke.

Interlude:

Verse 2:

Without you I'm misery, blue as a mi-graine.

All the songs sound better when you're next to me.

'Cos you come naturally.

Chorus 2:

(Mr. Magic), take a token,

(Mr. Magic), of my love.

Cmaj7 E7 (n.C) (Am7)

(Mr. Magic), I see you through the smoke.

Sax Solo:

Verse 3:

Laying on my bed, I reach over for you.

And you so fresh, you even make the standards new.

Burn the tip to get you through.

Chorus 3:

(Mr. Magic), take a token,

(Mr. Magic), of my love.

Cmaj7 E7 (n.C) (Am7)

(Mr. Magic), I see you through the smoke.

Solo:

Am7 D9, G7b9 Am7, Gm7 C7, Fmaj7 Eaug7 Am7<