E Pussyfooting, setting sun A Make a wish that weighs a tonne E There are no handles for you to hold A And no understanding where it goes Jealousy in technicolour Fear by name, love by numbers Street lamp amber, wanderlust Powder in a blunderbuss Chorus: E She looks as if she's blowing a kiss at me And suddenly the sky is a scissor A Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love E Don't take it so personally You're not the only one A That time has got it in for, honey That's where you're wrong All the old flames fastened on Make a wish that weighs a tonne There are no handles you can hold And no understanding where it goes Chorus E A That's where you're wrong E That's where you're wrong A E A E Ooohh | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E |