Intro:
    Dm A F Bb
    Dm A F Bb A

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


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


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


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


Dm              A
Bad actors with bad habits 
F
Some sad singers 
Bb
They just play tragic
Dm              A
And the phone's ringing 
F             Bb
And the van's leaving 


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

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