norman fucking rockwell

Tom : F
C Gm F
Goddamn, man-child
C Gm F
You fucked me so good that I almost said, "I love you"
C Gm F
You're fun and you're wild
C Gm F
But you don't know the half of the shit that you put me through
Am C F
Your poetry's bad and you blame the news
Am C F
But I can't change that, and I can't change your mood
Ahh ah-ah ah-ah-ah

[Refrão]
C Bb Am
'Cause you're just a man, it's just what you do
Bb
Your head in your hands as you color me blue
C Bb Am
Yeah, you're just a man, all through and through
Bb
Your head in your hands as you color me blue

[Próxima Parte]
C Bb Am Bb
Blue, blue, blue
( C Gm F )
( C Gm F )
C Gm F
Goddamn, man-child
C Gm F
You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two
C Gm F
Self-loathing poet, resident Laurel Canyon, know-it-all
C Gm F
You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you
Am C F
But I don't get bored, just see you through
Am C F
Why wait for the best when I could have you?
You ooh-ooh ooh-ooh-ooh

[Refrão] (repetir)
[Próxima Parte]
C Bb Am
Blue, blue
Bb C Bb Am
You make me blue---, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Bb C
Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh
Bb Am Bb
Blue, blue, blue
( C Bb Am Bb C )