The Good Life - Notes in his pockets

^DmDrunk at the bar at last, last call my baby's ^A#home on her night ^Dmoff, So I'm in^Dmvolved in a serious talk with a ^A#girl I had known growing u^Dmp. So we buy a ^A#six; decide to ^Dmsplit – she has a ^A#downtown apart^Dmment. She opens the ^Adoor, falls to the ^A#floor, says, "I'm ^Dmbitter sick of ^A#sweet and pure, ^Gmtake me now I'm ^Ayours."

^DmNotes in his ^A#pockets, ^Gmrumors in the ^Amill, ^Dmphone calls after the ^A#bars close –^Gm unlisted^A numbers. If she only ^A#knew, then he'd be ^Dmthrough but who ^A#knows which parts are ^Dmtrue. She hates how it ^Alooks, but what can she ^A#do' The ^Dmgirls all talk be^A#hind her back, they ^Gmsay she's being ^Aused.

At Sulli^Dmvan's drinking with Justin, he says he's ^A#seen my ex-girl^Dmfriend. She's back in ^Dmtown – and what's worse he knows ^A#where and when she ^Dmworks. So we head o^A#ver to the Under^Dmwood, she's trading ^A#shots with regu^Dmlars: She gives me a ^Ahug 'til our hips are ^A#flush says, "^DmBoy, we've hardly ^A#kept in touch – it's^Gm time for catching^A up."

^DmNotes in his ^A#pockets, ^Gmrumors in the ^Amill. ^DmPhone calls after the ^A#bars close –^Gm unlisted nu^Ambers. Still, he in^A#sists on his inno^Dmcence; says those ^A#girls are all gos^Dmsips. She's gotta drop the ^Aaxe –catch him in the^A# act with his ^Dmshame around his ^A#ankles, chain the ^Gmguilt around his ^Aneck.