Patrick Watson - Grace

^C She's bored, she p^Bicks up the paper There's a m^Emagazine cover of the w^Gomen that hate her ^F But she doesn't c^Abare, they don't got what she's g^Cot in her

^C She takes a street with a s^Bmile in her beat 'Cause her h^Emigh heels are taller than a^Gll of the other girls ^F Taller than ^Aball of their empty st^Cares

^C Grace move^Bs with a graceful sw^Eming That you know your right and wr^Gongs don't mean a thing ^F She just sw^Abings her hips i^Cn the air at you

Her c^Confidence will kill you, and wh^Ben she pulls the trigger ^Em She's the only living pr^Goof that the world still c^Fares 'Cause she kn^Abows you're just a little sc^Cared

S^Cmomething ab^Bbout her gr^Fmace B Gb Db Ab

^C And all the boys are d^Bown on their knees And they're b^Emegging her please ple^Gase please please ^F She just sm^Abiles, says go back to your m^Cother boys

The h^Calf of you hate her, the r^Best of you love her ^Em But you try, but you tr^Gy, but she don't need you ^F She's got all the l^Above that she ever n^Ceeds

S^Cmomething ab^Bbout her gr^Fmace B Gb Db Ab B Gb Gb Db

^Eb Something about her smile that I n^Abmeed from her ^Eb Something about her smile that I n^Abmeed from her ^Eb Something about her smile that I n^Abmeed from her 'Cause ^Aball my l^Eb/Gife I saw her the^Fmre W^Abandering through the ci^Eb/Gty without a ca^Fmre S^Comething about her grace that you want to tak^Abe ho^Gme today

S^Cmomething ab^Bbout her gr^Fmace B Gb Db Ab B Gb Gb Db