F#           Bm
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
         F#               G
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
       F#                 Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
        A                         D
Cause I need some love to cook my frozen bones

           F#                   G
You needed something to get your teeth into
                 F#
And in my voodoo kitchen you said
      G
"I've got something to show you,
       E                       B
It's a recipe handed down from father to son
               A                             E
For a thousand years, and it goes with those hot salt tears. "

       F#           Bm
I'm an autumn girl, crying over London
       F#                A
With a heart on fire but no-one home
       F#                 Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
        A                         D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones

              F#         G
Get me on the boil and reduce me
               F#           G
To a simmering wreck with a slow kiss
                  E
To the back of my neck
            B                   A
Carve up my heart on a very low flame
             E                                A
Separate my feelings then pour them down the drain
         F#                       G
Close my eyes and sweeten me with lies
          F#                   G
Pierce my skin with a few well-chosen words
            E                                 A 
Now you can stuff me with whatever you've got handy
         F#              G         A        G
And on a cold grey day a cold grey man will do

       F#            Bm 
I'm an autumn girl, flying over London
         F#                A 
With the trees on fire, it looks like home
       F#                 Bm
I'm an autumn girl on the endless search for summer
        A                         D
Cause I need some love to heat my frozen bones

           F#                    G
So give me something to whet my appetite
             F#          G
And chill my soul with a sudden lack of interest
E                          B                          A
Oh, but the winter freezes on and the candle's burned low
                 E                                A
Fill me with the hot stuff then say you've got to go
        F#                       G
Take my mind, marinate it in red wine
         F#                           G
Grate my thighs with your chinny chin chin
                   E   A
And I will let you in
        F#                G         A
Oh on a long dark night a long dark man might...