Porches - Strapping young weirdos

Well, I see the ^Ftownies ^Dmholding hands, While the ^Fstrapping ^Dmyoung weirdo ^Bbstands in the ^Cstreet, His heart ^Bbbreaking with every ^Fbreeze, ^{Dm F Dm} And she liked the ^Fway her ^Dmbreasts fell asleep, In the ^Fsoft dress that ^Dmher momma ^Bbmade on the ^Cbeach, She ad^Bbmired his ^Ftan^Dm, ^Foh^Dm, And even when the ^Frain spit, Those ^Dmlovers just stripped on a ^Ftree branch, Just ^Dmgetting their fix on the ^Bbleaves, man, Well, I hope she never ^Fleave^Dms him, ^FOh, ^Dmoh, ^{F Dm Bb F}And I was pressed on the ^Dmbedroom floor, To a ^Fwarm face, my ^Dmlips upon ^Bbyours in your ^Cdreams, girl, ^BbMay you be in mine, ^Ftoo, ^{Dm F Dm Bb}And I thought she ^Fgave me the ^Dmuniv^Bberse, In a ^Fflaming, ^Dmpumpkin ^Bbherse, and on the strip honey, well, we look good cruising ^Fslow^Dm, ^BbOh, ^Foh,