Diana Vickers - Four leaf clover

^AmBoy, you let me d^Fown I tried too ^Amhard And I feel ^Fnumb now ^Ga crooked smile And the ^Dmcharm that drew me in ^FBut beautiful eyes, Can ^Ghide so many things.

You were my ^Ffour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Glightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Fhope, my faith my luck and ^Glove Yeah! You were my ^Fshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Gbroke the mirror and made me cry No ^Fhope, no faith no luck, no ^Glove. Just ordinary

^AmOh! I'm not ^Fnaive But I t^Amhought you were the perfect t^Fhing for me ^GDon't get me wrong You can be ^Dmwonderful sometimes ^FAnd then you're cold And I'm left ^Gwondering why.

You were my ^Ffour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Glightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Fhope, my faith my luck and ^Glove Yeah! You were my ^Fshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Gbroke the mirror and make me cry No ^Fhope, no faith no luck, no ^Glove. Just ordinary

You were my ^Ffour leaf clover My pure white dove You were my ^Glightning strike And my knock on wood My ^Fhope, my faith my luck and ^Glove Yeah! You were my ^Fshooting star that lit up the sky Then you ^Gbroke the mirror and make me cry No ^Fhope, no faith no luck, no ^Glove. Just ordinary

^AmOh,^F y^Amou'^Fre just ordinary now. Mh mh.