Bright Eyes - Puella quam est amo pulchra

I had a ^Gbeautiful, beautiful ^Dtime, the ^Gdrives and the talks were ^Damazing, the ^Gkind of friend I thought I'd never ^Dfind. I had a ^Gbeautiful, beautiful ^Dtime. You have a ^Gbeautiful, beautiful ^Dsmile, the way it ^Gcurls and collapses on your^D lips. When you ^Gtouch me I shake like a ^Dchild. It's ^Glate I'm afraid you might ^Aleave cause sometimes it ^Dseems like you ^Gstill don't believe ^Dme. There's noth^Aing I can ^Gdo to conce^Dntrate, it's ^Gso distract^Ding always ^Athink^Ging of ^Dyou. So I ^Dexpose and explain and I ^Gmeant everything I ^Asaid ^G It's ^Dmoments like these that re^Gpeat and replay in my ^Ahead When I'm laying in ^Dbed.

It's a b^Geautiful, beautiful t^Dime. As y^Gou laugh and roll onto you^Dr stomach, the ^Gcarpet embraces your de^Dsign. My he^Gart pounds as I lay by you^Ar side and I ^Dfind that I am ^Gunable to ^Dhide all the f^Aeelings that ^Gflow. In this bas^Dement, in th^Gis dim ligh^Dt you look ^Aso be^Gautiful^D. I'm u^Dnsure and unclear with th^Ge words that I say.^{A G} I'm h^Dappy when you're near and ^GI wish that could stay^A just like toda^Dy. You have^G beautiful, beautiful^D eyes, so b^Gright and alive and enchan^Dting. I w^Gant to be you all of the ti^Dme. It's hop^Geless but I have to t^Ary.