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intro : F A# F A#
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
gonna move downtown
F A#
loft a bed above his practice space
F A#
guitars hangin’ all around
F
he’ll wake up while im whisperin’
Dm
'babe , it’s almost noon' .
F
but we could kiss all day
A#
in this tiny room
F
we like walkin’ , wearin’ black
Dm
matching converse shoes
F
instead of diamond rings
A#
we get new tattoos
F
instead of walkin’ down the isle
Dm
it’s a back yard gig
F
just an ice cream cake
A#
and the people we dig
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
go to every last show
F A#
nod my head to the bass drum
F A#
from the very front row
F
i help my baby move his gear
Dm
to the stage from the van
F
i take pictures on his phone
A#
for his instagram
F
he’s gonna make it big
Dm
he’s gonna sell so many tracks
F
and through the ups and downs
A#
i’ll be the lover that lasts
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i don’t mind picking up the bill
F
it won’t be long until
A#
a studio in the hills
F
receives a mixing board
A#
sometimes he lets me record
F
the little poems i write
A#
and we go out at night
F A# F A#
to the satellite
F
he plays his guitar
Dm
for so many bands
F
he’s got those talented , rough ,
A#
rock n’ roll type of hands
F
and i feel ’em on my back
Dm
on my neck , on my face
F
every chord progression
A#
make my heart just race
F
when he sees me in the crowd
Dm
points and blows me a kiss
F
don’t really know how life
A#
can get much better than this
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
when he’s touring ’round the world
F A#
i send him unreleased walking dead episodes
F A#
so in the plane he’s not bored
F
he sends a picture of the buildings
Dm
in each new city
F
he texts me every afternoon
A#
just to say 'you’re pretty'
F
and before i go to bed
Dm
'miss you , baby . goodnight . '
F
kissy heart emoji
A#
do you need sxxy facetime?
F
never worry about a local groupie
Dm
trying to take around
F
my lover only like ladies
A#
twitter verified
F A#
like me . oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
int . F A# F A#
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
we got a love you can’t doubt
F A#
wrinkle right up next to each other
F A#
we’ll get old but stay loud
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
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intro : F A# F A#
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
gonna move downtown
F A#
loft a bed above his practice space
F A#
guitars hangin’ all around
F
he’ll wake up while im whisperin’
Dm
'babe , it’s almost noon' .
F
but we could kiss all day
A#
in this tiny room
F
we like walkin’ , wearin’ black
Dm
matching converse shoes
F
instead of diamond rings
A#
we get new tattoos
F
instead of walkin’ down the isle
Dm
it’s a back yard gig
F
just an ice cream cake
A#
and the people we dig
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
go to every last show
F A#
nod my head to the bass drum
F A#
from the very front row
F
i help my baby move his gear
Dm
to the stage from the van
F
i take pictures on his phone
A#
for his instagram
F
he’s gonna make it big
Dm
he’s gonna sell so many tracks
F
and through the ups and downs
A#
i’ll be the lover that lasts
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i don’t mind picking up the bill
F
it won’t be long until
A#
a studio in the hills
F
receives a mixing board
A#
sometimes he lets me record
F
the little poems i write
A#
and we go out at night
F A# F A#
to the satellite
F
he plays his guitar
Dm
for so many bands
F
he’s got those talented , rough ,
A#
rock n’ roll type of hands
F
and i feel ’em on my back
Dm
on my neck , on my face
F
every chord progression
A#
make my heart just race
F
when he sees me in the crowd
Dm
points and blows me a kiss
F
don’t really know how life
A#
can get much better than this
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
when he’s touring ’round the world
F A#
i send him unreleased walking dead episodes
F A#
so in the plane he’s not bored
F
he sends a picture of the buildings
Dm
in each new city
F
he texts me every afternoon
A#
just to say 'you’re pretty'
F
and before i go to bed
Dm
'miss you , baby . goodnight . '
F
kissy heart emoji
A#
do you need sxxy facetime?
F
never worry about a local groupie
Dm
trying to take around
F
my lover only like ladies
A#
twitter verified
F A#
like me . oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
int . F A# F A#
F A#
i’m gonna marry a rockstar
F A#
we got a love you can’t doubt
F A#
wrinkle right up next to each other
F A#
we’ll get old but stay loud
F A#
oh yeah , yeah yeah yeah
F A#
yeah yeah yeah , yeah yeah yeah . . .
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