Too Much To Ask Teclado

	  "Too Much to Ask" by the Arctic Monkeys, B-side to the single "Fluorescent Adolescent". 

Intro: 
 

Verse 1: 

      Em                       B7 
The smiles as she walked in the room 
      Dm                          Am 
have all turned into frowns am I too quick to assume 
         Em                    B7 
that the love is no longer in bloom 
       Dm                          Am 
The tantrums and the tears play a very different tunes to what they 
 Em                B7 
   did before Their heads red raw 
         Dm                             Am 
And the ending doesn't sound like the happiest around When you 
 Em               B7                      Dm 
sobbed before it felt much more like the product of the squabble 
 Am 
Now there's reason for it to be something more 

Chorus: 

(note: Alex Turner uses bar chords for the Chorus) 

  Am 
And there would be 
                                       G 
Oh its uncertain whether the curtain has shut for good She 
                                                           Am 
said "see if it's still raining but I'm not dressed for it, and 

if you loved me..." 

                                         B7 
And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare 

But still decided to stop her there 

Verse 2: 
(note: Alex Turner starts to finger pick here higher up on the fret board, but i haven't 
figured that part out. instead just finger pick the chords and it'll sound ok) 

Use these chords when you finger pick: 

 

         Em                   B7 
Would it be too outrageous to say 
              Dm                                   Am 
We're either shouting or we're shagging locked in tempestuous phase 
    Em                           B7 
At least that's how we felt yesterday 
   Dm                              Am 
The eyes are getting heavier and whether you're sleep or 

Chorus: 
(note: return to bar chords) 

  Am 
awake is a mistery 
                            G 
Would a kiss be too much to ask 
                                                            Am 
When you fit me as sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask 

It's a pity 
                           B7 
It just hit me we can't go back 

To the chest touching on the back