Chloe

Dm Am7 Am (3x) Bb* Bb6 (accent) Bb* Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Got my suit pressed just for the funeral Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Is it a new dress, God you look beautiful Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am So hold me until it’s inappropriate Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Bb* Bb6 (accent) Bb* Like Chloe, we just shouldn’t be doing this Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am But I could get used to it Dm C She’s sobering up, I’m talking too much Bb F She’s rolling her eyes, I think that I might Dm C Roll up my sleeves, and get what I want Bb I hurt myself bad, Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am S*x is a weapon, only when you’re in town Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am I guess it’s better than guessing, running the runaround but Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Give me love, ‘cause your kind of love Dm Am7 Am Bb* Bb6 (accent) Bb* Is a binding love, right now Dm C She’s sobering up, I’m talking too much Bb F She’s rolling her eyes, I think that she might Dm C Roll up her sleeves and get what she wants Bb I hurt myself bad, well… Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Now we’re at your place and Sam Cooke’s on the stereo Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Now I’d sing along, dear, but that would sound terrible Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Dm Am7 Am Give me shame, your kind of shame, is a crying shame Bb* Bb6 (accent) Bb* Right now… Dm C She’s sobering up, I’m talking too much Bb F She’s rolling her eyes, I think that she might Dm C Roll up her sleeves, and get what she wants Bb I hurt myself bad, well… Dm C She’s sobering up, I’m talking too much Bb F She’s rolling her eyes, I think that she might Dm C Roll up her sleeves, and get what she wants Bb I hurt myself bad Dm Am7 Am 3x Bb* Bb6 (accent) Bb*