Dou[Dm]ce dame jo[C]lie, Pour [Dm]dieu ne pensés [Am]mie [Dm]Que nulle ait signo[C]rie Seur [Dm]moy
[G]Ad mortem festinamus: pec[D]care desis[G]tamus. Pec[D]care desis[G]tamus. [G]Ad mortem festinamu
[Bb]biru no sukima de ki[Am]zukarezu [Dm]ni [Bb]saiteita na [C]mo nai ha[F]na [Bb]kotoshi mo kisets
[E]I had to find myself [G#m]a new coffee shop [C#m]I had to find another Friday night spot [E]'
Hey, look at [G]us Two Sugar Land kids looking all grown [Em]up The same ones that were too you
You better [Em]stay, stay on your side of town 'Cause I’m done, done with all this [G]breaking dow
[G]I wish I had something nice to say A[B7]bout that girl and her million-dollar face But [Em]beau
Well, I [C]wish I had some shoes on my two bare [F]feet And it's [C]gettin' kinda cold in these pai
[A]Girl, I know he done did a number on your soul It [D]sucks, it's sad I wish I could but I can't
[F]He pulled up in his [C]red Corvette [F]Salmon shorts and a [C]white V-neck [F]I said, "Wow, you
