Intro:
    Am E C F
    Am E C F E

Am           E
I picked you out 
C    F                
Of a crowd to talk to you 
Am                E
Said I liked your shoes 
C        F
You said thanks can I follow you? 
Am             E
So it's up the stairs 
C                F
And out of view, no prying eyes 


Am            G
I poured some wine 
C            F                  E
I asked your name you asked the time
Am             E
Now it's two o'clock, 
C           F
the club is closed we're up the block
Am            E
Your hands on me 
C             F
Pressing hard against your jeans
Am                E
Your tongue in my mouth 
C                  F
Trying to keep the words from coming out


Am                 G
You didn't care to know 
C            F             E
Who else may have been you before
Am               E
I want a lover I don't have to love 
C                      F
I want a girl who's to sad to give a xxxx
Am              E
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
C                            F
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure


Am                     G
I got the money if you got the time 
C                 F                          E
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Am                E
Then my mind went dark 
C              F                      
We both forgot where your car was parked 
Am                  E
Let's just take the train
C                     F
I'll meet up with the band in the morning


Am              E
Bad actors with bad habits 
C
Some sad singers 
F
They just play tragic
Am              E
And the phone's ringing 
C             F
And the van's leaving 


Am            G
Let's just keep touching
C               F        E
Let's just keep keep singing
Am               E
I want a lover I don't have to love
C                     F
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Am                       E
Where's the kid with the chemicals
C                    F
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
Am                        E
I need some meaning I can memorize
C                      F                E
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

But you but you
G          Am         C 
You write such pretty words
G                   Am
But life's no story book 
           G             Am
Love is an excuse to get hurt 
       E
And to hurt 
Am              E
"Do you like to hurt?"
         C   
"I do! I do!"
Am
"Then hurt me."