D                                      A
An air of self-delusion that no two arms could ever 
contain
D                                       A
This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her 
words weep like rain
D                                                    
She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and
A
 wears dark sunshades at night
D                                                A
However she might be spending her time I don't know 
you'd have to ask her neighbors

C         A         C        A
But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
C         A          Fm
She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
D#
Not to no one
D#              G
My dear ramona

D                                 A
Born in some unnatural state that no one father would 
claim
D                                                 A
This daughter saving up commissions from acting but no 
one's ever seen her play
D                                             A
She fixes breakfast for two in the morning and drinks 
dark coffee at night
D                                      A
Whoever she might be going to bed with, you can read 
about that in her Moleskine

C     A        C          A
But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
C         A                        Fm
She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
D#
Not to no one
G              D
My dear ramona