The Good Life - Notes in his pockets

^DmDrunk at the bar at last, last call my baby’^A#s home on her nigh^Dmt off, So I’m ^Dminvolved 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?^Dm??m bitter sick^A# of sweet and pu^Gmre, take me now ^AI’m yours.”

^DmNotes in his ^A#pockets, ^Gmrumors in the ^Amill, ^Dmphone calls after the ^A#bars close ??^Gm? unliste^Ad numbers. If she only ^A#knew, then he’d b^Dme through 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 bein^Ag used.

At Sulli^Dmvan’s drinking with Justin, he says he’^A#s seen my ex-gi^Dmrlfriend. She’s back i^Dmn town – and what’s worse he knows ^A#where and when she ^Dmworks. So we head o^A#ver to the Under^Dmwood, she’s tradin^A#g shots with re^Dmgulars: She gives me a ^Ahug ‘til our hips ar^A#e flush says, ?^Dm??Boy, we’ve har^A#dly kept in touch –^Gm it’s time for c^Aatching up.”

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