Nina Nesbitt - Brit summer

It’s like the ^Asus4first sign o^Af sun, ^GSince the universe beg^Dan, We?^Asus4??re all throwing ^Aoff our clothes, ^GJust to get the perfect ^Dtan. ^Asus4Trying to raise our^A chances of, ^GA wild summer romanc^De, ^GBare feet on the san^Dd, ^AWith you.

^Asus4See the boys next do^Aor, ^GOn their way to Magalu^Df. ^Asus4Matching t shirts they’re scho^Aol leavers, ^GIt’s gonna be off the ^Dhook. ^ABut I just lay under ^Gnorthern sky with ^Dyou, ^GUntil our lips turn from re^Dd to white to b^Elue.

^AOooo Brit summer, ^GOooo Brit summer, ^DOooo Brit summer with you^A. ^AOooo Brit summer, ^GOooo Brit summer, ^DOooo Brit summer with ^Ayou.

^AIt’s the Great British summer, ^AIt’s the Great British summer with you.

^AFresh cut grass, one tall glass, ^GOn a Sunday afterno^Don, ^ASleeping in the sun, ^GTurns out lobsters aren’t just^D food. ^APack your tent and pack your crate, ^GAnd a pair of muddy shoe^Ds, ^GI’ll dance in front of the m^Dain stage for^E you.

^AOooo Brit summer, ^GOooo Brit summer, ^DOooo Brit summer with you^A. ^AOooo Brit summer, ^GOooo Brit summer, ^DOooo Brit summer with ^Ayou.

^FmI’ll be gone, gone^D, gone by August, ^AThis season is the shortest. ^FmOh oh oh my heart ^Dis drawn in the sand. ^FmI’ll be gone, gone^D, gone by August, ^AThis season is the shortest. ^FmAnd I wouldn’t share ^Athis, with anyone el^Ese.