Tone gốc: C
Marc Indigo
i got my F eye on the ceilingyou throw my E7 pants on the floor
i was just Am thinking ‘bout leaving we shouldn’t C speak anymore
i’m crawling F into your collarbones where E7 love is impossible
but Am i can be your boy for the C weekend
and F i know i’m supposed to let u E7 go but i’m weak
you call my Am phone and come on over just to C dirty the sheets
well you F float like a butterfly, E7 sting like a bullet
and your Am pretty face is making me do C things that i shouldn’t
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