Taylor Swift - But Daddy I Love Him - So High School - Ttpd - Fortnight - Me Cifras

[Verse 1]
G
 I forget how the West was won
A
 I forget if this was ever fun
E                                 D
 I just learned these people only raise you to cage you
G
 Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best
A
 Clutching their pearls, sighing "what a mess"
E                                    D
 I just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
G           A                  E             D
 Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it
G                 A                E
 They slammed the door on my whole world
                 D
 The one thing I wanted
 
 
[Chorus 1]
      E
Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned
A
 Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him!"
 D
I'm having his baby
         A
No, I'm not, but you should see your faces
 E
I'm telling him to floor it through the fences
A
 No, I'm not coming to my senses
 D                               A
I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want
 
[Chorus 2]
 C G         D                 C  G   D
 I   feel so high school every time I look at you
 Am
 Truth, dare, spin bottles
 G
 You know how to ball, I know Aristotle
 C
 Brand new, full throttle
 D
 Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto
      Am
 It’s true, swear, scouts honor
 G
 You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her
 C
 Brand new, full throttle
 D
 You already know, babe
 
[Verse 2]
C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment
Em
 Straight from the tortured poets department
C                            D
 I think some things I never say
 
 Like, "Who uses typewriters anyway?"
    Am                       G
 But you're in self-sabotage mode
                             C
 Throwing spikes down on the road
                       Em
 But I've seen this episode and still love the show
 Am         G
 Who else decodes you?
 
[Choruss]
C                          D
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
C                             Em
 And who's gonna know you if not me?
 
 I laughed in your face and said,
Am                        G
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.
C                             D
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots."
     Am          G         C
 And who's gonna hold you like me?
   Em
 Nobody
            C
 No-fucking-body
    D
 Nobody
 
[Outro]
           C                   G
Thought of calling you but you won't pick up
        Em                 Am
Another fortnight lost in America
        C               G
Move to Florida, buy the car you want
       Em                      Am
But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch
 
     C           Am
Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Em
I'm the only one of me
 G
Let me keep you company
        C             Am
Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Em
You're the only one of you
 G
Baby, that's the fun of you
 
           C                   G
Thought of calling you but you won't pick up
        Em                 Am
Another fortnight lost in America
        C                G
Move to Florida, buy the car you want
       Em                    Am
But it won't start up 'til I touch, touch, touch you
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