Belle And Sebastian - Piazza New York Catcher Chords

there's no way i'm writing the chords to every verse of this.
it just repeats.
i've guessed at the lyrics so i could sing something.
oh, and if you feel like it, you can capo at the 7th fret. those are the bottom chords.

(F#)                                (B)             (F#)
 C                                   F               C
elope with me miss private and we'll sail around the world

(G#m)                              (D#m)
 Dm                                 Am
i will be your ferdinand and you my wayward girl

(G#m)                          (C#)
 Dm                             G
how many nights of talking in hotel rooms can you take?

(G#m)                             (C#)
 Dm                                G
how many night of limping round on pagan holidays?

(G#m)                             (D#m)
 Dm                                Am
oh elope with in private and we'll set something ablaze

(G#m)          (C#)     (D#m)
 Dm             G        Am
a trail for the devil to erase

san fransisco's is calling us the giants and mets will play
piazza new york catcher are you straight or are you gay           
we hung about the stadium we've got no place to stay
we hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell about
the saddest book you ever read it always makes you cry
the statue's crying to in willie mays

i love you i've a drowning grip and your adoring face
i love you my responsibility has found a place
beside your windstrung mornings in the guise of gentle words
come wave upon me from the family why don't it absurd
you'll take care of her I know, you will do a better job
maybe but not what she deserves

elope with miss private and we'll drink ourselves away
we'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
a pretty seal to keep the feel of 1960's style
we'll comment on the decor and we'll help a passer by
and at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
in a borrowedd bedroom virginal expect

the catcher hits for 318 and catches everday
the pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
he goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
he knows the drink affects his speed he praying for a doorway
back into a life he wants the confession of the bench
life outside a diamond is a wrench

i wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
i know it wouldn't come to love my herione pretends
a lady stepping from the song we love until this day
we settle for an epitaph like walk away rene
the sun above the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
meet you at the statue in an hour