The Strokes - Razorblade

Oh, the r^Aazorblade, that's what ^BmI call love. I bet you'd ^Apick it up and mess around with it if I ^Bmput it down. It gets ex^C#mtremely complicated. ^EAnything to forget ^E7everything.

You've got to ^Atake me out at least ^Bmonce a week. Whether I'm ^Ain your arms or I'm ^Bmat your feet I know ex^C#mactly what you're thinking. You won't ^Esay it now but in your ^E7heart it's loud,

"Oh^A no, my f^F#meelings are more im^Bmportant than yours. Oh^A, Drop ^F#mdead, I don't care, I won't ^Bmworry."

Oh, the^A razor blade, wish it would^Bm snap this rope. The world is ^Ain your hand or it's ^Bmat your throat. At times it's ^C#mnot that complicated. ^EAnything to forget ^E7everything.

He would ^Anever talk, but he ^Bmwas not shy. She was a s^Atreet-smart girl, but she ^Bmcould not lie. They were ^C#mperfect for each other. ^ESay it now, cause in your ^E7heart it's loud,

"Oh^A no, my ^F#mfeelings are more i^Bmmportant than yours Oh^A, Drop ^F#mdead, I don't care, I won't ^Bmworry." A - F#m - Bm x2 (SOLO) Hey!

Swe^Aetheart your f^F#meelings are more im^Bmportant of course... of course! ^AEveryone that wanted every^F#mthing that we would take from them, ^BmI don't wanna know, I don't wanna know, tell me tell me tell me tell me ^DNo... ^BmDon't... ^AOkay..