Em              F
We sound great together, don't we?
                 G
You gotta admit
         Em                F
We sound better when we're playing and singing a song
                 G
You gotta admit
             Em                   F
That we work better when we're distracted by ourselves
                 G
I've gotta admit
            Em            F                     G
That I feel better when I don't see you around


[Interlude]
      Em  F   G
Woah, oh, oh
      Em  F
Woah, oh, oh


[Verse 2]
                    G
You've gotta admit
        Em               F
This ukelele sounds real shitty
                 G
I've gotta admit
               Em                      F
I'm using your Beatles guitar pick you gave me, years ago
N.C.            G
You've got to admit
N.C.        Em  N.C.          F  N.C.
That it was better when I was sixteen and had my doubts
N.C.        G
You gotta admit
N.C.          Em  N.C.          Dm  N.C.      F     G
That you only like me when your dick is in my mouth


[Otro]
      Em  F
Woah, oh, oh
                       G
We don't work anymore!
    Em  F
Oh, oh, oh
                            G
Left your shit at the door
      Em  F
Woah, oh, oh
                            G
Cause we don't work anymore
    Em  F
Oh, oh, oh
                      C
Left your shit at the door