Aimee Mann

You ^Em7 asked me to ^D dinner you ^A brought me ^G stuff, now ^D what do I make of ^A that
You ^Em7 made me an ^A7 offer I ^D called your ^G bluff, now ^D you're an am ^A nesiac
Driving with ^G one hand ^D on the ^A wheel
Ordering luck with every meal
Feeding on hope again never mind how small a portion
I ^Em7 said like we ^D do like we'd ^A like to ^G think, I'll ^D take care of m ^A yself
And who ^Em7 would've ^A7 thought that i ^D nitial ^G drink would ^D clear an entire ^A shelf
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You should ^G look at it ^D realistical ^A ly
I know you couldn't be in love with me
Yo ^Em7 u sat there as ^D dumb as a ^A dog or ^G cat just ^D hoping it's for the ^A best
As ^Em7 if any ^A7 thing ever ^D comes from ^G that, exc ^D ept an appalling ^A mess
(chorus)
No ^Em7 w you didn't b ^D ank on the ^A alchem ^G y that ^D flattery turns to ^A love
But you ^Em7 took that obst ^A7 ructions will ^D always ^G be the ^D danger of falling ^A off
Driving with ^G one hand ^D on the ^A wheel
Not knowing how or what you feel
You only knew that it was enough to be feeling something
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