Miles Kane - Cry on my guitar

^BRolling on a sweepstakes sixty-five ^BLoaded with the cheapskates barely alive I said ^Eyeah^F#, I come un^Bdone ^BRolling out the Jimmy, you can see the cracks ^BTaps me on the shoulder, had a heart attack I said ^Eyeah^F#, I come un^Bdone

And when you ^F#push me, yeah you push me, yeah you ^Epush me too far I ^F#sit and then I cry upon the ^Estrings of my guitar And ^F#everybody tells me that it’s “^EShalalalala” Oh ^Byeah!

^BStop me on the avenue, cuffs on my wrists ^BTold me I was driving like a Ballroom Blitz I said ^Eyeah^F#, I’m so high and ^Bstrung ^BEvery time you leave me it comes to this ^BMix another medicine, mad scientist I said ^Eyeah^F#, I’m so high and ^Bstrung

And when you ^F#push me, yeah you push me, yeah you ^Epush me too far I ^F#sit and then I cry upon the ^Estrings of my guitar And ^F#everybody tells me that it’s “^EShalalalala” Oh ^Byeah!

^BWhy does it always have to come to this? ^BLate night, all night, miss your kiss I said ^Eyeah^F#, I’m so high and ^Bstrung ^BWhy does it always have to come to this? ^BLate night, all night, miss your kiss I said ^Eyeah^F#, I’m so high and ^Bstrung

And when you ^F#push me, yeah you push me, yeah you ^Epush me too far I ^F#sit and then I cry upon the ^Estrings of my guitar And ^F#everybody tells me that it’s “^EShalalalala” Oh ^Byeah!