Modest Mouse – Lounge (Guitar)

Bb
 He don't remember, how it got there

                                Bb
It had a number, written on his forearm

                     D
It spelled disaster

Bb
 He entered the club scene

Bb
  All hoping, all hoping for dancing

Bb
  He was looking, and looking stunning

    F#                Em
His clothes reflected light, all right

Bb
  She sat, she sat in the backseat

Bb
  The car was plush but had no heat

Bb
  And no, not no one was blushing

      F#                    Em
Their technique was so damn right

Bb
  He read the note in the black light

Bb
  He thought he read minds and was not right

Bb
That line still made him seem charming

F#                 Em
  His clothes were shining, shining