Intro:  D  Em  F#m  G  x4 
 
  D     Em          F#m    G 
Sobriety  breeds sincerity, 
    D     Em             F#m     G 
And Lydia Pond she is my gravity 
             D       Em            F#m         G 
I don't know how she felt when she took that E, 
           A 
But in the morning she shaking, she was twitching, she was jerking. 
 
On June the 5th she moved to Paris, 
She could not stand the state of British politics, 
And I just can't convince her that I'm socialist, 
And every night I pray for mail in the morning. 
 
Chorus: 
D           A       D            A 
Sweet Lydia Pond is doing it for me, 
    D         A      Em   F#m G   A 
And I want to sing a hymn for the postal service. 
Sinful and proud since I stopped sleeping around, 
I am so faithful now to Lydia's handwriting, 
 
  
     G 
That makes me guess the circumstances under which she wrote it, 
D 
Why she used the f-word when she never, ever spoke it, 
    Em 
She pasted on a passport photo of herself in pigtails, 
     A 
And underneath she'd written, "Did my touch make you less lonely?"