Intro:
x 2
Verse:
That's luck, she led, we should be dead.
We eyed the wreck. Good god, we said.
She plants one kiss, for the road, on my chest.
Sirens came after we left.
Chorus:
Christine, come crash on my floor x 2 (bass notes)
Verse:
That's life, she said, we should be dead,
We should be stars and perfect tens,
And that's just three off the top of my head.
Once again, you're a godsend.
Christine, come crash on my floor x 3
Trumpet solo chords:
(with weird guitar riff)
(first chord of verse)
That's true, she said, we should dead,
I should be sleeping in your bed.
Instead, I'll crash on your floor
Christine, come crash on my floor x 4
(end on )
Cheers.