Father John Misty - The night josh tillman came to our apartment

^FOh, I just love the kind of woman Who can ^Bbwalk ove^Fr a man^Gm I mean like a g^Bboddamn m^Farching ^Gmband She says, like literall^Eby ^BbMusic is the ^Dmair she b^Gmreathes And the malaprops ^Cmake me want to fucking sc^Dmream I wonder if she e^Cven knows what that word m^Dmeans Well, it's lit^Aerally no^Dmt that

Of the few main thin^Fgs I hate about her One's her p^Bbetty, v^A/Bbogue idea^Gms Someone's bee^Amn told too many ti^Gmmes ^BbThey're be^A/Bbyond thei^Gmr years By every ^Ebhalf-wit of distinct^Bbion she^F keeps ar^Gmound And now ^Cevery insufferable c^Dmonvo Features her^C patiently explaining the co^Dmsmos ^BbOf which she's^Dm in the middle

^BbOh my God, I^Dm swear this never ha^Gmppens ^BbLately, I ^Dmcan't stop the wheels ^Gmfrom spinning I fe^Bbel s^Fo unco^Gmnvincing And I f^Bbumble^F with your bu^Gmttons ^C

She blames her ^Fexcess on my influence But gladly ^BbHoovers ^Fall my dru^Gmgs I found her naked with her ^Bbbest friend ^Fin the t^Gmub We sang "Silent N^Ebight" in thre^Bbe parts ^Fwhich was f^Gmun 'Til she said that she s^Counds just like Sarah Vaugh^Dman I hate that soulful ^Caffectation white girls put o^Dmn Why don't yo^Au move to the Del^Dmta? I^Bb obliged later o^Gmn When ^Dmyou begge^Ad me to choke ^Bbya