A Oh Baby pick up the phone Fm because I'm drunk and alone Gm and I need someone to take me home D and I wish it was you A Well get me out of this place Fm Cause I've got blood on my face Gm And I'm gettin tired of the taste D Of my own shoe
G But how in the devil A I get into trouble G I don't think I'll ever be sure G But the one thing I'm sure of A is there's no love like your love D So come on A Well it was a God-awful scene Fm At the bar down on King's G In fact this whole night's been D troubling to say the least A Phony friends, phony names Fm Exchanging numbers, playing games Gm Well I guess I should do the same D But it's just not me G But how in the devil A I get into trouble G I don't think I'll ever be sure G But the one thing I'm sure of A is there's no love like your love D So come on D So come on A Quit draggin me down Bm Come on Fm I'm waiting around D for you to come and get me out of here A Come on, stop thinking about it Fm Come on, you know I'm working it out D
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