B                F
If this was the Cold War
A                       Dm
We could keep each other warm
F                                      C
I said on the first occasion that I met Marie
B                           F
We were crawling through the hatch
A                        Dm
That was the missile silo door
F                                                    C
And I don’t think that she really thought that much of me

Dm                          F
I never had to learn to love her
Dm                        F
Like I learned to love the bomb
Dm                      F               C
She just came along and started to ignore me
Dm                         F
But as we waited for the big one
Dm                       F
I started singing her my songs
Dm                        F               C
And I think she started feeling something for me