[start] [Intro: Dark Fender VI riff, low and moody, 6 bars with subtle amp hum and echoing squeals from audience] [Musical direction: Clean Vox amp tone, finger-plucked with slapback delay] [Verse] Saw you strut by Piccadilly Coat was red, but your mood looked chilly You gave a glance like I owed you change Love at first bite, slightly deranged [Chorus] Your pretty face—don’t match the words you say Smile like spring, but you cut like May Your pretty face—keeps leading me astray You don’t walk straight, love, you sway [Verse] In the café, you stirred your tea With a grin like you’d nicked it off royalty Your pearls said class, but your heels said fight I knew I'd lose, but it felt so right [Chorus] Your pretty face—got me chasing smoke One wink from you, and my mind went broke Your pretty face—puts a crook to shame But I’d still thank you, all the same [Solo/Bridge: 12-bar blues solo with double-stops, scalar echo of chorus melody, accidental pinch harmonic squeals at bars 9 and 12. Crowd cheers heard faintly behind.] [Musical direction: Strat neck pickup, warm reverb; Rickenbacker bass locks tight with jazzy ride cymbal rhythm] [Verse] Now I’m lost down Carnaby Lane With lipstick stains and a heart to explain You took my breath, then nicked my coat But I’d still write your name in every note [Final Chorus] Your pretty face—like a painted crime Framed in gold, but stole my time Your pretty face—like a twisted game Still, I’d fall for you just the same [Outro: Fade out with jangly chords and audience whistling, guitar feedback trails off in the right channel] [Musical direction: Strat and Gretsch trade riffs, drummer rides hi-hat, subtle live tape hiss] [end]
