A#                         F
Press the doorbell and push the door
G#                                         A#   
Climb the darkened stairwell to the second floor
Gm                                      C
She'll be waiting for you in her dressing-gown
Gm                                              C
With the drink she poured you when she heard the sound

A#                          F
Watch the film, eat the food she cooked
G#                                        A#
Talk of how the film ain't half as good as the book
Gm                                        C
Kiss her sleepy eyes closed and say "it's time"
Cm                                                  F
To slip beneath the shadows of the bedroom blinds

            A#                          Cm 
Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
          A#/D                          Eb                     Cm
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
G                  Cm     G#                 Gm
It's cold for the season down in the street below

Before Chorus

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CHORUS
A#       
Men and women go about their business
Cm       
Picking up the last few things for Christmas
F
Trying not to step upon the pigeons
Gm
Praying to the gods of their religions
Cm
That they might be spared a little longer
Gm
That they might become a little stronger
Dm7         Cm7      F
Down in the street below

A#
Everybody's on a secret mission
Cm
Everybody's got their own ambitions
F
They would tell you if they thought you'd listen
Gm
They would say how lately they've been wishing
Cm
For the chance to meet a handsome stranger
Gm
Lead a life of elegance and danger
Eb7+         Dm7      Em7
Down in the street below
G#7+        Gm7      F4 F
Down in the street below

VERSE
A#                       F
Way up high in a phallic tower
G#                                         A#   
You're swimming in a tiny galaxy of stars
Gm                                      C
Knocking back mojitos at the cocktail bar
Gm                                      C
Talking 'bout burritos and conceptual art

A#                       F/A
Your armchair's round and your glass is square
G#                                        A#
The clientele's straight out of this month's Vanity Fair
Gm                                        C
Well look around the place, something's not quite right
Cm                                                  F
Yours is the only face that you don't recognize

            A#                          Cm 
Well it's always a pleasure and never a chore
          A#/D                          Eb                     Cm
But you just don't know whether you're doing it for the right reasons
G                  Cm     F                  A#
It's cold for the season down in the street below