Rob Cantor - Nobody else quite like you

^FThere are 7 billion people on the ^Emplanet, on our l^Dmittle floating r^Gock of green and^C blue. But out of ^Dm7 billion ^Fhumans l^Civing on the E^Amarth, ^Dmthere is nobody else quite like^G you.

^CThe way you take a leap and never seem ^Emafraid to fall. The way you ^Gmdress up your goat in paja^Fmas. The way yo^Abu dry your hair. The way you ^Csoar through the air. The way you ^Dmturn your apples into bana^Gnas.

The way you ^Cjuggle while you hover board, like its ^Emno big deal The way you ^Gmbike ride like a kanga^Froo. How you ^Abhop, how you hoop, the way you ^Cpoop in the soup. Nope, there’^Dms nobody else qu^Gite like y^Cou.

Your^F cowbell is a dog bell, and your melon is a friend - (“she’s your friend”) ^DmYou’re tripping balls, and you’re barely even ten. ^GmYour coffee is your canvas and you like to play pretend. You ^Bbsprint into a car door, ^Cover and over again. You ^Fcan turn a normal cheese curl int^Co Instagram art. You ^Fspread holiday chee through pa^Bbrkour. (parkour) You s^Dbit in traffic to the beat You go ^Fsinging in the street You’re a ^Gmone of a kind ^Cman-dog its t^Frue. (oh wa o^Dh) No, there’s ^Gmnobody else ^Cquite like y^Fou (AHHHHHHHHH)

You know the^Gm things that make you w^Feird, make you ^Cwonderful ^Dmtoo. You're ^Gmcompletely unmist^Cakable You're ^Fyou