Ritt Momney - Phoebe

^GShe said she's ^Gmaj7waiting ^Emfor when she will ^Dbreak Don't ^Amlet it be to^Am7day, Don't ^D7let it be today ^G'Cause her and ^Gmaj7I have ^Emthings we'd like to ^Dtry Some ^Cfeelings she still hides Un^D7til she finds the wine

^{G Gmaj7 Em D C} She's ^D7absolutely shameless

^GJust like the ^Gmaj7sky whe^Emnever it's too ^Dbright Some^Ctimes it hurts my eyes But ^D7I don't need my sight^{D7sus2 D7} If ^GI feel her ^Gmaj7sass, and ^EmI can taste her ^Dlaugh She's ^Cnever really mad and she ^D7smiles when she is sad She can't ^Gfool me ^{Gmaj7 Em D} She can't ^Amfool me ^D7 But she can ^Gtake me a^Gmaj7way, or ^Emup any stair^Dway The ^Cfurther we can stray The ^D7better are the days ^GI am a ^Gmaj7flower that's ^Emnever seen the ^Dsun I ^Amguess that I'm too ^Am7young But the ^D7soil, it weighs a ton

And I can't ^Gbreathe ^{Gmaj7 Em D} Uncover ^Amme ^{Am7 D7} G Gmaj7 Em D Am Am7 D7 G Gmaj7 Em D Am Am7 D7 G Gmaj7 Em D Am Am7 D7 G Gmaj7 Em D Am Am7 D7 G