Tông gốc Bb: Capo 3
[G]There's something in the air
The [Am]girls are runnin' 'round in summer [G]dresses
With [Em]their masks off and it [Bm]makes me so [C]happy
[G]Larchmont Village smells like [C]lilies of the [G]valley
And the [Bm]bookstore doors are [D]opening
[C]And it's finally [D]happening
[C]Ever since I fell out of love
[Am]with you I fell back [D]in love with [G]me
And, [Am]boy, does it feel [D]sweet
Like a summer breeze
[C]Ever since I fell out of love [Am]
with you I fell back [D]in love with the [G]city
Like [Am7]thе Paramount sign sparkling
[B7]Sparkling [Em]just for me [Em] [D]
[G]You made me tradе my [Am]violets for [Em]roses
[G]You tried to trade in my [B7]new truck for [C]horses [G]
Don't forget all of these [C]things that
you [Bm]love are the [Am]same things I hate
[C]A simple [D]life, I [Em]chose this
[G]You made me trade my [Am]violets for [Em]roses
[G]You tried to take all the [B7]pink off my [C]toes, and
[G]God knows the only [C]mistake that a [Bm]man can [Am]make
Is tryna make a woman [B7]change and trade her violets for [C]roses
[G]Ah-la-ha, [D]ah-ha
Trade her [B7]violets for [C]roses
[G]Ah-la-ha, [D]ah-ha
[G]There's something in the air
I [Am]hope it doesn't change, that it's for [G]real
The [Em]beginning of [Bm]something big [C]happening
[G]And by the murder alleys
[C]In the streets have [G]ceased
And still the [Bm]shadows haunt the [D]avenue
The [C]silence is [D]deafening
[C]Ever since I fell out of love [Am]with you
I fell back [D]in love with the [G]streets
And, [Am]God, does it feel [D]sweet
Like a summer breeze
[C]Ever since I fell out of [Am]love with
you I breakdance to [D]the [G]backbeat
And, [Am7]God, does it sound sweet
Like it's [B7]playing just for [Em]me [Em] [D]
[G]You made me trade my [Am]violets for [Em]roses
[G]You tried to trade in my [B7]new truck for [C]horses [G]
Don't forget all of these th[C]ings that
you l[Bm]ove are the same t[Am]hings I hate
[C] A simple [D]life, I [Em]chose this
[G]You made me trade my [Am]violets for [Em]roses
[G]You tried to take all the [B7]pink off my [C]toes, and
[G]God knows the only [C]mistake that a [Bm]man can [Am]make
Is tryin' to make a woman [B7]change
and trade her violets for [C]roses
[G]Ah-la-ha, [D]ah-ha
Trade her [B7]violets for [C]roses
[G]Ah-la-ha, [D]ah-ha
Trade her [B7]violets for [C]roses
[G](Ah-la-ha, [D]ah-ha)
[G]There's something in the air
The g[Am]irls are runnin' 'r[Em]ound in summer dr[G]esses
With their m[Em]asks off and it ma[B]kes me so ha[C]ppy