Tom Odell - Son of an only child

^CRipples in my so^Fup's got me dreaming ^CTen pounds on the s^Fide, baby sitt^Eming nice ^Dm She's twenty-fi^Gve, she's quite a s^Cight ^Bdim She lets me ^Amstay up 'til we^G see headl^Dmights And sugar d^Grops go the extra mi^Cle ^Bdim When you're the s^Amon of an on^Gly chil^Dmd ^AmYea-ea^G-ea-ea^Ch

^CSaturday night and ^C/FI'm drinking ^CSome guy at the bar^F's got me^Em thinking I'^Dmm cross Oh, I'm c^Gross Hold me b^Cack ^Bdim Hold me ^Amback like I'm ^Gabout to att^Dmack Oh, I'm yo^Gurs And I'm fucking ^Cwild ^Bdim I'm the s^Amon of a^Gn only chi^Dmld Am G Dm Am G Dm Yea-ea-ea-eah, yea-ea-ea-eah

^DAnd I feel like celebrating and they're already decora^Amting Sticking on the ot^Bbher draft, no doub^Dt ^DAnd the baby-boomer's crying 'Cause his champagne flute is d^Amying Sticking on the ot^Bbher draft, out of s^Ghame ^C

^CTaking all the t^Foys off the counter ^CYou've got something s^Fpecial abou^Emt you ^Dm So come on, s^Gmile You're such a^C mess ^Bdim How can you be^Am sad when you're s^Gimply the b^Dmest? Let's run ^Gaway In your daddy's ^Ccar ^Bdim I'm sick of ^Amsinging 'bout my^G broken he^Dmart I'm a rocket ^Gman And I'm a juv^Cenile^Bdim I'm the ^Amson of a^Gn only ch^Dmild