Socialite

Tom : D
[Intro] D Bm G

[Primeira Parte]
D
I'm always a drink away from a good day
D
Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye
Bm
I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher
G
Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit
D
And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, aye
D
In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid
Bm
Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance
G
I love my Prince with the Revolutions

[Pré-Refrão]
A G
Getting hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me
A Em
And my chauffeur drinks Patron, so call a cab for me
Gm
And I'll leave

[Refrão]
D A
Fuck me up, it's only a body
Bm G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
D A
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem
Bm G
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Próxima Parte]
Bm G
Socia--lite
( D Bm G )

[Segunda Parte]
D
I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday
D
Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai
Bm
I'm calling her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey
G
It's crazy how well we get along
D
My new best friend, I just met
D
Now it's "Fuck everybody else"
Bm
I know someone for six weekends
G
And never talk to them again

[Pré-Refrão]
A G
Call it what you want, it's such a tragedy
A Em
I pulled a shorter straw, another casualty
Gm
Guess I leave

[Refrão]
[Próxima Parte]
D A
Fuck me up, it's my birthday party
Bm G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
D A
So tell me something we got in common
Bm G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bm G
Socia--lite
Bm G Em
Socia--lite