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Ah, la, mm, la, la. Instrumental: Am Am/E | F G Am Am/E | F Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Am/E I met this girl late last year, She said: F G Don’t you worry if I disappear, I told her: Am Am/E I’m not really looking for another mistake. F I called an old friend thinking G That the trouble would wait, Am But then I jumped right in, Am/E A week later returned, F I reckon she was only looking G For a lover to burn. Am But I gave her my time Am/E For two or three nights F And then I put it on pause G Until the moment was right. Am Am/E I went away for months F G Until our paths crossed again, She told me, Am Am/E I was never looking for a friend, F Maybe you could swing G By my room around ten, Am Baby, bring the lemon Am/E And a bottle of gin F We’ll be in between the sheets G Till the late A.M., Am Baby, if you wanted me Am/E Then you should have just said. She’s singing: F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F That heart is so cold, G Am All over my home, Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F I told her she knows, G Am Take aim and reload. Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, la, la, la. Am Am/E And for a couple weeks I only wanna see her, We drink away F G The days with a takeaway pizza. Before a text Am Am/E Message was the only way to reach her, F Now she’s staying at my place G And loves the way I treat her. Am Singing out Aretha Am/E All over the track like a feature F And never wants to sleep, G I guess that I don’t want to either. Am But me and her, Am/E We make money the same way, F G Four cities, two planes the same day. Am And those shows Am/E Have never been what it’s about, F But maybe we’ll go together G And just figure it out. Am I’d rather put on a film with you Am/E And sit on a couch, F But we should get a plane G Or we’ll be missing it now. Am Wish I’d have written it down, Am/E The way that things played out. F When she was kissing him G Low I was confused about. Am But she should figure it out Am/E While I’m sat here singing: F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F That heart is so cold, G Am All over my home, Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, la, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F I told her she knows, G Am Take aim and reload. Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Am/E Knock, knock, knock, on my hotel door, F G I don’t even know if she knows what for. She was Am Am/E Crying on my shoulder, I already told ya, F Trust and respect G Is what we do this for. Am Am/E I never intended to be next, F But you didn’t need G To take him to bed, that’s all. Am Am/E And I never saw him as a threat, F Until you disappeared G With him to have sex, of course. Am Am/E It’s not like we were both on tour, F We were staying on the same G Fucking hotel floor Am And I wasn’t looking Am/E For a promise or commitment F But it was never just fun G And I thought you were different. Am This is not the way Am/E You realise what you wanted F G It’s a bit too much, too late, if I’m honest. Am Am/E And all this time, God knows I’m singing: F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F That heart is so cold, G Am All over my home, Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F I told her she knows, G Am Take aim and reload. Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F That heart is so cold, G Am All over my home, Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. F G Ah, la, mm, la, la. Am Don’t fuck with my love, Am/E F I told her she knows, G Am Take aim and reload, Am/E I don’t wanna know that, babe. Ah, la, mm, la, la.
Published 30.10.14