Am F C G
These chords make her so happy, especially when he plays them that way
Am F C G
What she says makes him so happy, complimenting him all day
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but your words make me feel like I belong
Am F
She begs him to keep playing these chords
C G
even though he and they may get a little tired
Am F C
And he employs her to keep saying that stuff because her hollow words are
G
keeping him inspired
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C
Well I don't love you, but you'll do as an
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adequate muse
Am F C
Well I love the opticians, 'cause it's not your fault if
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your eyes are bad
Am F C
And they can't make you feel guilty, and they're
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hardly gonna blame your mum and dad
Am F C G
The doctors and the dentists, can see how much you've indulged
Am F
By laughing at the condition you're in, they can
C G
tell what you've never divulged
Am F
And it's up to you to look after yourself, which is
C G
so boring, ring, ring, bring me down
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C
Well I don't love you, but your words make me
G
feel like I belong.