capo on 4th fret ( all chords relative ) . standard tuning .
verse 1 :
[ Am ] [ Em ]
well i’ll follow you wherever
[ F ] [ C ]
when you lead me by my nose
[ F ] [ C ] [ G ]
on another big adventure , i suppose
[ Am ] [ Em ]
then you lay me down in clover
[ F ] [ C ]
with their petals on my back
[ F ]
i should make some time
[ G ] [ C ]
to do more things like that . . .
chorus :
[ G ]
won’t you sing to me your poetry ,
[ F ] [ C ]
won’t you take me to your home ,
[ G ]
won’t you be with me forever ,
[ F ] [ C ]
so i’ll never be alone .
[ Dm ]
and just one thing . . . .
[ F ]
if you’re my queen . . .
[ C ]
it’s a beautiful thing . . .
[ G ] [ Dm ] [ F ]
yeeeaaahhh la la la la la la
[ C ]
it’s a beautiful thing . . .
[ G ] [ Dm ] [ F ]
yeeeaaahhh yeeeeaaaeeee yeeeaaaahhhh
verse 2 :
well i’m buried in my bedroom
under fourteen feet of clothes;
i could drown in all this clutter i suppose . . .
but then you’re standing in my doorway ,
with a suitcase on your back ,
and it blows my mind
when you do things like that
chorus
solo ( same as verse )
bridge :
[ Dm ] [ G ]
yeah , reminding me
[ Am ]
well i might be poor
[ F ]
but summers free . . .
[ C ] [ F ] [ C ]
for me , i didn’t know i was sleeping
chorus
capo on 4th fret ( all chords relative ) . standard tuning .
verse 1 :
[ Am ] [ Em ]
well i’ll follow you wherever
[ F ] [ C ]
when you lead me by my nose
[ F ] [ C ] [ G ]
on another big adventure , i suppose
[ Am ] [ Em ]
then you lay me down in clover
[ F ] [ C ]
with their petals on my back
[ F ]
i should make some time
[ G ] [ C ]
to do more things like that . . .
chorus :
[ G ]
won’t you sing to me your poetry ,
[ F ] [ C ]
won’t you take me to your home ,
[ G ]
won’t you be with me forever ,
[ F ] [ C ]
so i’ll never be alone .
[ Dm ]
and just one thing . . . .
[ F ]
if you’re my queen . . .
[ C ]
it’s a beautiful thing . . .
[ G ] [ Dm ] [ F ]
yeeeaaahhh la la la la la la
[ C ]
it’s a beautiful thing . . .
[ G ] [ Dm ] [ F ]
yeeeaaahhh yeeeeaaaeeee yeeeaaaahhhh
verse 2 :
well i’m buried in my bedroom
under fourteen feet of clothes;
i could drown in all this clutter i suppose . . .
but then you’re standing in my doorway ,
with a suitcase on your back ,
and it blows my mind
when you do things like that
chorus
solo ( same as verse )
bridge :
[ Dm ] [ G ]
yeah , reminding me
[ Am ]
well i might be poor
[ F ]
but summers free . . .
[ C ] [ F ] [ C ]
for me , i didn’t know i was sleeping
chorus
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