Tom: C
Introdução: C G C Am G F C G F F G C
C G C Am G F
Drunk off your kiss, life turns sideways
C G F G C
Drugs from your skin, high like skyscrapers
C G C Am G F
Where your soul goes, you will find me
C G F G C
Follow you there, I will blindly
C G C
I don't believe that you're from New York
Am G F
You're from the sky, past our view of space
C G F
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
F G C
And this ain't gon' make no sense no sense but I'll say
C G C
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Am G F
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
G F
Hit me with the Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Praise God, praise God, go, praise God
When you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Am G F
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
G F
Hit me with the Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Praise God, praise God, go, praise God
When you hit me with the Ooh
C G C Am G F
Drunk off your kiss, tastes like absinthe
C G F G C
King size spaceship, hips crash landed
C G C Am G F
Scream out my name, ring like sirens
C G F G C
Lights in your eyes, gladly blinded
C G C
I don't believe that you're from New York
Am G F
You're from the sky, past our view of space
C G F
Don't bullshit me, tell me you're an angel
F G C
And this ain't gon' make no sense no sense but I'll say
C G C
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Am G F
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
G F
Hit me with the Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Praise God, praise God, go, praise God
When you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon
Am G F
Those legs gon' put me in a tomb
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
G F
Hit me with the Ooh
Praise God when you hit me with the Ooh
C G C
Praise God, praise God, go, praise God
When you hit me with the Ooh
C G C Am G F
Your lips they taste like June
Your eyes are a rocket to the moon