Tom: A
Introdução:
Dm7 Am C G
Woah-oooh-oooh-ohhh yeah
Dm7
I'm lovesick and I'm Sick of this love game,
Am
I'm tired of hearing I'm the one to blame,
C
I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed,
G
As if I'm the man your here to impress (2x)
Verse 1
Dm7
I was crumbled like apple pie,
Am
When you left my flat,
Only wearing a goodbye,
C
In your bag were my ralph lauren tops,
G
On your feet were my brand new work out reeboks,
Dm7
You turn a smile with them come to bed eyes,
Am
But all I could think of was all them pork pies,
C
You kept on telling me night after night,
G
Then you'd just open up after every fight,
Dm7
Can we go on with this is this something to teach,
Am
To the little kids who I'm trying to reach,
C
Whoever said romance is dead was born to preach,
G
Because my grandparents just a ballroom dance on Brighton beach,
Dm7
All you know is the migraine skank and,
Am
All you do is give me a migraine you skank,
C
I'm sure I'd be happy with a tommy tank,
G
At least I'd have more money in the bank
Chorus
Dm7
Now I ain't saying what we had weren't great,
Am
I'm just saying you're beginning to grate
C
On my mind and I can't keep living this lie,
G
Sometimes I feel like I don't even try,
Dm7
Not that your even noticing me,
Am
Creaming on any given possibility,
C
Screaming like from hercules times,
G
When you look up I'm still in my Calvin Kleins,
Dm7
So lets just let bygons be bygons and
Am
I'll just let my song be my songs,
G
Can we please just end this,
With a hersheys kiss