Intro

F F E G


[Verse 1]
        F
Don't look at me like that through your handlebar
                         E       G
I can handle lots, bar this
  F
A walkin' Insta ad for a broken heart
                              E
I could fall apart from one kiss
           Dm
I had to make a deal with myself
                     Am
I've been doing so well
                       C
(You shoulda seen it, oh the guys she's been with)
          Dm7               Dm                   Am
And if I slip up now my friends will send me to hell
                  C
(No hesitation, send her to hell)


[Chorus]
        F
No more Virgos
         C
No more little September boys
       F
Buy me Waitrose
         Am                     C
Give me just enough to keep me nice
           F
I know you like me and I like your taste
               Am               C
I've had nine lives, I'm on my еighth so...
        F
No more Virgos
        G
No more Virgos


[Verse 2]
  F
Sipping on a drink that you bought for me
                           C     G
And I'm losing stеam, oh no
     F
My mental health is banking on my chastity
                           E       G
And you're bad for me, although
        Dm7
I only made that deal with myself
                       Am
And you're treating me well
                       C
(No don't you do it, baby please push through it)
             Dm7                                          Am
But if the girls find out they'll crack me like a liberty bell
                   C
(We always know, you oughta go)


[Chorus]
           F
No more Virgos
          C
No more little September boys
        F
Buy me Waitrose
        Am                      C
Give me just enough to keep me nice
            F
I know you like me and I like your taste
               Am                C
I've had nine lives, I'm on my eighth so...
         F
No more Virgos
          Am       G
No more Virgos
           F
No more Virgos
            G
No more Virgos


[Bridge]
      F
It's time for you to listen to someone else
           C                       G
If you're ever gonna learn how to trust yourself
          F
You make every excuse for any boy
           C                        G
So we're captaining the ship, baby girl ahoy
    F                               C
We never really asked much of you girl
       F                            G
But we can't be a part of any more hurt


[Chorus]
         F
No more Virgos
         C
No more little September boys
       F
Buy me Waitrose
          Am                    C
Give me just enough to keep me nice
             F
I know you like me and I like your taste
              Am                C
I've had nine lives, I'm on my eighth so...
         F
No more Virgos
         Am       G
No more Virgos
          F
No more Virgos
          G
No more Virgos