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You Sir by Lydia Night

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Verse 1:
 
Okay, so
                  C
I know I'm twenty-three
                       Am
But I've heard about a time
                 F
When a gentleman existed
                               G
But somethin' happened to that kind
                        C
Now we're handed lesser evils
                                    Am
We're saying shit like, "Yeah, he's fine"
                        F
Talk about a man like a McMuffin
                           G
I really like him when I'm high
 
Pre-Chorus:
F            C
Where'd they go?
     Am                      G
The ones holding doors open, it's on the nose, but
F            C
Where'd they run?
    Am                            G
I'm sick of all the ones using my time just for their fun

Chorus:
    C
I'd rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser
          Am
And I can tell you're just another spit after you chew her
    F
I'm done throwing my heart around, I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'
    G                                                  C
I'd rather die alone than ever with someone like you, sir
 
Verse 2:
        C
I had a type
                       Am
But I burned it to the ground
                               F
Went for the ones that kept me guessing
                               G
They'd pour a drop and I would drown
                            C
I can't believe that I've invested
                   Am
So many hours into men
                        F
Who should probably be arrested
                       G
I'd never do that shit again (No)
 
Pre-Chorus:
F            C
Where'd they go?
   Am                             G
To tell another victim that she's young, but she seems older
F             C
Where'd they run?
Am                         G
Hopefully to some deserted island with no one
 
Chorus:
    C
I'd rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser
          Am
And I can tell you're just another spit after you chew her
    F
I'm done throwing my heart around, I'm cruisin' for a bruisin'
    G
I'd rather die alone than ever with someone like
    C
I'd rather hold my pillow than you hoggin' up the middle
    Am
I'd rather break my back than solve another stupid riddle
       F
'Cause lyin' boys will catch you like a paper in a fire
     G                                       C
I'd rather die alone than with another nice trier
             C
Like you, sir
 
Am F G
 
Outro:
F            C
Where'd they go?
     Am                       G
The ones holding doors open, it's on the nose, but
F       C
I'm so done
       Am                             G
If you ask me on a date, I'll say I'd rather eat a gun