Tom: G
G
A friend of mine, he said to me, a skinny girl is a misery
I shook my head because I knew he couldn’t be right
Bb C
That’s when I thought back to just last night
G
When I got home, it was maybe a little late
There was nary a crumb on nary a plate
There was no martini, no glass or grape
Bb C
It was then I sought to contemplate
Chorus
G Bb C
Some things my baby don’t tolerate, no
G Bb C
My baby don’t tolerate, no
G Bb C G
My baby don’t tolerate from me
I said hello honey, how have you been
She said what could you possibly be doing until half past ten
And not being completely insensitive I could tell my ship had run aground
Cause when I puckered up she puckered down
