Peter Bradley Adams - Katy

She's got her f^Cace in all the f^Fashion magaz^Cines ^CPicture perfect ^Fphotographic ^Cqueen But I l^Fike her b^Cest und^Gone She ^Clights up every r^Foom like holy f^Cire And e^Cverybody b^Furns to stand b^Ceside her But she l^Fet's me hold her a^Cll night l^Gong And in the m^Corning ^Fas she's ^Cgone

Oh ^CKa^Amty ^AmKa ^{C F}ty ^FDon't you ^Amknow I'm ^Cwai^Fting ^FKaty I'll keep ^Amcarrying ^Fon ^FBut don't be ^Amlong

She's s^Cpent the night a m^Fillion different p^Claces She knows e^Cach and every o^Fne on a first name b^Casis But I have s^Feen her l^Cying s^Gtill She's p^Crobably out there b^Freaking someone's h^Ceart And she don't k^Cnow it but he's h^Falfway torn a^Cpart And I k^Fnow just h^Cow he f^Geels Yeah I k^Cnow just h^Fow it f^Ceels

Oh ^CKa^Amty ^AmKa ^{C F}ty ^FDon't you ^Amknow I'm ^Cwai^Fting ^FKaty I'll keep ^Amcarrying ^Fon ^FBut darling, ^Fdon't be l^Among

^FKaty I'll keep ^Amcarrying ^Fon ^FKaty I'll keep ^Amcarrying ^Fon But d^Farling, d^Farling D^Farling ^Fdon't be l^Among