Pharrell Williams —
Marilyn Monroe

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© Compiler: Anton Gavzov // chief of the project (https://Muzland.info)
± BPM (tempo): ♩ = 117 beats per minute

Lyrics and Music by Pharrell Williams, Michael Aaron Einziger, Ann Marie Calhoun and Hans Florian Zimmer

Different.
Oh,
Yeah.
Yeah.

This one goes out
To all the lovers.
What can we do?
We’re helpless romantics.
We can not help
Who we’re attracted to.
So let’s all dance
And elevate each other.

Chorus:
     Dear diary,
     It’s happening again.
     This energy,
     Like I’m about to win.
     I just close my eyes
     And visions appear,
     She’s everything I want
     And it’s crystal clear.

     Not even Marilyn Monroe.
     Queen Cleopatra, please.
     Not even Joan of Arc.
     That don’t mean nothing to me,
     I just want a different girl,

     Girl, girl, girl, girl,
     Girl, girl.
     Can’t another good boy
     Keep a this girl?

Why, why do I have
To lie?
Pretend, make believe
Or hide her?
When I love
What I’ve described.
But then again, I don’t need
No adjectives for this girl.

Chorus:
     Dear diary,
     It’s happening again.
     This energy,
     Like I’m about to win.
     I just close my eyes
     And visions appear,
     She’s everything I want
     And it’s crystal clear.

     Not even Marilyn Monroe.
     Queen Cleopatra, please.
     Not even Joan of Arc.
     That don’t mean nothing to me,
     I just want a different girl,

     Girl, girl, girl, girl,
     Girl, girl, girl, oh, girl,
     Girl, girl, girl, girl,
     Girl, girl.
     Can’t another good boy
     Keep a this girl?

     Dear diary,
     It’s happening again.
     This energy,
     Like I’m about to win.
     I just close my eyes
     And visions appear,
     She’s everything I want
     And it’s crystal clear.

     Not even Marilyn Monroe.
     Queen Cleopatra, please.
     Not even Joan of Arc.
     That don’t mean nothing to me,
     I just want a different girl.

   What’s wrong with that? Yeah.
   What’s wrong with that?
   What’s wrong with that?

   In honor of the groove,
   And all who surrender to it,
   We say, “Thank you,”
   And we take it back.

We’re so hard, I was so hard
That they can’t chew.
Then my lucky star, I guess you
Came from behind the moon.
I put my arms around her
And I promise not to abuse you.
Since now I found you, why the hell
Would I want to lose you?

Chorus:
     Dear diary,
     It’s happening again.
     This energy,
     Like I’m about to win.
     I just close my eyes
     And visions appear,
     She’s everything I want
     And it’s crystal clear.

     Not even Marilyn Monroe.
     Queen Cleopatra, please.
     Not even Joan of Arc.
     That don’t mean nothing to me,
     I just want a different girl,

     Girl, girl, girl, girl,
     Girl, girl, girl, oh, girl,
     Girl, girl, girl, girl,
     Girl, girl.
     Can’t another good boy
     Keep a this girl?