Tono: E
Introducción:
E
Always in the bad books,
A
It's not how it looks,
E
born to be a pawn, end up being rooks,
A
We weren't given we just took
Good people can end up being crooks
E C#m
Wooooah ooh! Woooah oh!
E
I danced the heel off my black boots
C#m
The feather out my hat
E
Looked the devil in the eye
C#m
said there's no turning back...
E A
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
Eternal torture, I quite fancy some of that...
E C#m
Sour little sweetie, so much sweeter than the rest.
E B
Like my father pissed, my hairs always a mess.
E B A
So, darling , sweetheart, don't stress.
A
My heads a mess and don't you know...
Never into good looks
E B C#m A
And so before you have to go
E B C#mA
Can you tell me yes or no?
E B
Where did all the love go?
A E
Where did all the love go?
Oh Sour little sweetie, rather sweeter than the rest,