Why Me - Ver 2

A E A A D I met her in a night club over on the lower east side E A I was workin' with my head down tryin' to keep the groove alive A D She looked like a bunny out of Playboy magazine A E A I just had to meet her; she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen A D She had high heel boots, blonde hair and big blue eyes E A The way she was movin' to the music had me hypnotized A D I ran up to her, said, "Baby, what's your name?" A E A I should've know better; now I've only got myself to blame A D Why, why, why me? E A Fallin' like this is the very last thing I need A D If I had any sense, you know, I'd turn right around and leave A I said why, why, why me? A D Started drinkin' champagne, makin' every joint in town E A Bam! A hundred dollars every time I turned around A D 'bout the time my money ran out, you know, my honey was gone A E A And I was cryin' out loud to myself, as I was walkin' home A D Why, why, why me? E A Fallin' like this is the very last thing I need A D If I had any sense, you know, I'd turn right around and leave A I said why, why, why me? A