Diana Vickers - Four leaf clover

^BmBoy, you let me d^Gown I tried too ^Bmhard And I feel ^Gdumb now ^Aa crooked smile And the ^Emcharm that drew me in ^GBut beautiful eyes, Can ^Ahide so many things.

You were my ^Gfour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Alightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Ghope, my faith my luck and ^Alove Yeah! You were my ^Gshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Abroke the mirror and made me cry No ^Ghope, no faith no luck, no ^Alove. Just ordinary

^BmOh! I'm not ^Gnaive But I t^Bmhought you were the perfect t^Ghing for me ^ADon't get me wrong You can be ^Emwonderful sometimes ^GAnd then you're cold And I'm left ^Awondering why.

You were my ^Gfour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Alightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Ghope, my faith my luck and ^Alove Yeah! You were my ^Gshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Abroke the mirror and make me cry No ^Ghope, no faith no luck, no ^Alove. Just ordinary

You were my ^Gfour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Alightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Ghope, my faith my luck and ^Alove Yeah! You were my ^Gshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Abroke the mirror and make me cry No ^Ghope, no faith no luck, no ^Alove. Just ordinary

^BmOh,^G y^Bmou'^Gre just ordinary now. Mh mh.