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 b^Clue. But out of ^Dm7 billion ^Fhumans ^Cliving on the ^Amearth, ^Dmthere is nobody else quite like ^Gyou.

^CThe way you take a leap and never seem ^Emafraid to fall. The way you ^Gmdress up your goat in pajam^Fas. The way yo^Abu dry your hair. The way you ^Csoar through the ^Amair. The way you ^Dmturn your apples into banan^Gas.

The way you ^Cjuggle while you hover board, ^Emlike its no big deal The way you ^Gmbike ride like a kangar^Foo. How you hop,^Ab how you hoop, the way you ^Cpoop in the s^Amoup. Nope, there’^Ds nobody else ^Gquite like ^Cyou.

Your^F cowbell is a dog bell, and your melon is a friend - (“she’s your friend”) ^DYou’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 into ^CInstagram art. You ^Fspread holiday chee through p^Bbarkour. (parkour) You sit in ^Dbtraffic to the beat You go ^Fsinging in the st^Dmreet You’re a ^Gmone of a kind ^Cman-dog its ^Ftrue. (oh wa^Dm oh) No, there’s ^Gmnobody else ^Cquite like ^Fyou (AHHHHHHHHH) You know the^Gm things that make you ^Cweird, make ^Fyou won^Aderful ^Dmtoo. You’re ^Gmcompletely ^Cunmistakeable -- ^FYou’re You!