Intro:
    Bbm F Db Gb
    Bbm F Db Gb F

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


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


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


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


Bbm              F
Bad actors with bad habits 
Db
Some sad singers 
Gb
They just play tragic
Bbm              F
And the phone's ringing 
Db             Gb
And the van's leaving 


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

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