Six Legs (tippy tappy toes) (and Madilyn Mei)

Intro:
F                     C                     G            C   E  
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am               C                    F                 C     E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my   brain.

Interlude:
   F  C  G  C  E
   Am C  F  C  E

Verse 1:
F                 C
  Struck a nerve,   that's absurd,
G                         C
I remember when I felt my house was made of sandpaper.
F                       C
  That's enough livin', rough for a lifetime,
G                    C
  lookin' back for a pass.

Pre-chorus:
             F        C       G        E
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.

Chorus:
F                     C                     G            C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
F                     C                     G            C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.

Verse 2:
F               C             G             C
  Let me lay it down for you,   it seems so simple.
                   F                        C
I'm happy that I'm just under six feet, not six feet under.
G                        C
Where are your hands? No wonder.

Pre-chorus:
             F        C       G         E
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.
             F        C       G         E
Take it from me, I've lost my mind.

Chorus:
F                     C                     G            C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.

Interlude (x2): F C G E

Bridge:
       F                  C               G                    E
I feel stuck in a memory,   scratchin' my itch, who would I be?
       F                  C               G                    E
I feel stuck in a memory,   scratchin' my itch, who would I be?
F                         C
Six legs runnin' down the stairs,
                G                         C
none of them prepared for what they might   see.
Am                  C                     F                    C
Now there's another face, another name to sing, I hope they're happy.

End-Chorus:
F                     C                     G            C
Six legs, tippy tappy toes, climbin' to the podium on Sunday.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am               C                    F                 C   E  
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
Am               C                    F                 C
Now it remains a dream, a distant memory that itches my brain.
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