A
A F A F
Infatuation, she's a fatal attraction
Hang around, screw up my mind
A F A F
(Dangers of drinking), but I don't want to die
Got to leave this cycle behind
F G C
And I can't wait 'til tomorrow
F G A
I can't wait another day
F G C
I can't wait 'til tomorrow
F G A
Tomorrow she goes away - ay, hay
Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
A
A
Over my shoulder, I keep looking back
I feel a presence following me
A