May God Protect Your Home by Hefner

Hefner - May God Protect Your Home


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I'm tired of boys who fight with girls and stain their sheets,
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And girls who tell stories of boys and graze their knees,
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And where did you get to smell so sweet,
                       Bb
Is that sweetness for me,
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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.


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There's a lady who cries and builds a shrine to her miscarried child,
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And a small boy who cries and cries and cries and cries and cries.
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I see these sights with the sleepiest eyes and a heart so contentedly wise and tired,
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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

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