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DI just sort of always feel sick without you baby I ain’t got anything to F#lick without you baby Nothing really Gsticks without you baby Ain’t I fallen in Gmlove
It’s just the Dpits without you baby It’s really just the F#pits without you baby It’s like everyone’s a Gdick without you baby Ain’t I fallen in Gmlove
And Dall my pals will tell me’s that F#I’m crazy You bet I’m Gloopy alright Gm And I just don’t Drecognize this fool that you F#have made me I ain’t Gseen him for a while Gm
And as your Dshrinking figure blows a kiss I F#catch and smash it on my lips GDarling I can’t seem to quit GmCompletely falling to bits
I Dreally might be losing it The F#idea that you’ve existed Gall along’s ridiculous GmI don’t know what to say
Baby we Emought to Afuck seven years A7of bad luck Out the powder room Bmmirror Could I have Emmade it any clearer F#
It’s Glove like a Emtongue in a Bmnostril GLove like an Emache in the Bmjaw You’re the Gfirst day of Emspring with a A7septum Bmpiercing Little Miss EmSweet Dreams TAennF#essee G Em Bm G Em Bm G Em A7 Bm G A A7 Bm