Edwin McCain

^G Showed up in a ^D sleeve of ^A tattoos
^G High definition ^D broadcast of ^A attitude ^Bm
F#m It's like she wants me to ^G know
^F#m she's got nothing left to ^G lose, me ^E too ^G
D Little bag of ^G junk gets her ^A high
^G Keeps her from ^D thinkin' 'bout the s ^A hadows in her ^Bm mind
^F#m She likes ^G me
^F#m She knows I won't ^G ask her ^E why, she ^G cries
Chorus:
^D Let me fall ^Bm down, you can fall ^G to
We'll call this ^A banged up black and blue ^D
D Let me find ^Bm out what happened to ^G you
Waking up ^A banged up black and ^Bm blue ^E
Verse:
^G Sometimes it's the ^D struggle that makes it ^A good
^G I wouldn't ^D judge ya even ^A if I coul ^Bm d
^F#m There's no magic in the ^G line this ^F#m misundersto ^G od
You ^D could, you ^G would
Repeat Chorus