G
These are almost definitely not the chords she plays, but I think they work. I threw in some 
The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68
        Am                                      A7
And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday 
Em                      Am                              G
Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café
G
You laugh he said you think you're immune
   Am                          A7
Go look at your eyes they're full of moon
         Em                     Am                         G
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you all those pretty lies 
        C                                       F
Pretty lies when you gonna realize they're only pretty lies
        G              Am       A7      D7      
Only pretty lies just pretty lies

G
He put a quarter in the Wurlitzer and he 
Am                            A7
Pushed three buttons and the thing began to whirr 
     Em                             Am
And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie
              G
And she said "Drink up now it's getting' on time to close" 
G
"Richard, you haven't really changed" I said 
               Am                             A7 
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head 
                     Em              Am                      G
You got tombs in your eyes but the songs you punched are dreaming
                                     C
Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet
                            F
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? 
        G                       Asus
Oh and love can be so sweet Love so sweet

G
Richard got married to a figure skater
        A7                                     
And he bought her a dishwasher and a coffee percolator 
        Em                                   Am
And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on 
           G
And all the house lights left up bright
G
I'm gonna blow this damn candle out
                Am
I don't want nobody comin' over to my table I got nothing to talk to anybody about 
Em                         Am
All good dreamers pass this way some day 
G                                     C
Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes, dark cafes 
                                   F                         G
Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings and fly away 
                       Am      G       Asus
Only a phase these dark café days