Capo 2
The wind would [C]come when I [Am]called [G]it If I was [C]right like you [Am] [G]
A sore [C]stomach from satis[Am]fac[G]tion If I was right like [C]you [Am] [G]
But that’s not [C]where [Am]I belong I love to be wrong I [G]swear It gets [F]me everywhere
[C]Sure I’ll [Am]let it in And roll it around on my [G]lips And then [F]I’ll pick
[G]Then I’ll [F]pick So [Am]cuddle baby what you’ve [G]won
When the day is [F]done what a choice [G]companion
A heady [C]feeling to hit the [Am]ceil[G]ing If I was [C]right like you [Am] [G]
But I’ll take the [C]buzz from contra[Am]dic[G]tion Cause I am [C]not like you [Am] [G]
[C]Where [Am]I belong I love to be wrong I [G]swear It gets [F]me everywhere
[C]Sure I’ll [Am]let it in And roll it around on my [G]lips And then [F]I’ll pick
[G]Then I’ll [F]pick So [Am]cuddle baby what you’ve [G]won
When the day is [F]done what a choice [G]companion