Arizona

F#maj7          G#m7
Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
C#7      A#m7          Am7  D#7
Doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Bmaj7           G#m7   C#m7
Doo, doo, doo, doo-doo

[Verse 1]
F#maj7        G#m7
I won't let you get a motorcycle
        A#m7  A7
Move to Arizona, change your album 
title
        G#m7
It was right the first time
         C#7                  C#
We were right the second time
 F#  F#maj7       G#m7
I know I've got to leave at four A.M
                A#m7        A7
'Cause you've got to sleep to be a 
stronger man
        G#m7                    C#7
By the time you hit twenty-five
It's getting harder to avert my
F#maj7             D#m7  D#7
 eyes, my eyes, my eyes


[Chorus]
 G#m7                             
How come I don't have the code to 
C#7
your front door
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 C# F#maj7       D#7
By now, by now, by now
 G#m7                             
How come you shush me when I moan 
C#7
too loud
      F#                 D#7
Too loud, too loud, too loud
   G#m7                            
Sometimes I think it would've been 
C#7  C#
me


[Verse 2]
  F#                 G#m7
I'm there to meet your old high 
school fling
             A#m7                  
She's got brown eyes and brown hair
                  A7
 and she's got that Brown degree
        G#m7
And I'm just that bleach bitch
C#7                               C#
She's that tan on the beach bitch
F#                       G#m7
I know your taste buds are so 
fucking ordinary
    A#m                        
But you got to get used to this 
 A7
diferrent tasting cherry
       G#m7                      
'Cause I got you with wide eyes, 
C#7
uh-uh
And I'll make sure that I catch the 
F#maj7                 D#7
light, the light, the light


[Chorus]
G#m7                              
How come I don't have the code to 
C#7
your front door
   F#              D#7
By now, by now, by now
G#m7                          C#7
How come you shush me when I moan 
too loud
     F#                  D#7
Too loud, too loud, too loud
G#m7                    C#7       
Sometimes I think it would've been
 C#
 me


[Post Chorus]
G#m7
Mismathced socks, white shirt, 
smooth sailing
C#7
Country club nights, nightclubs, 
contrailing
F#                                
If I had a pussy it'd be mine 
           D#7
you're railing
G#m7
Always on the rant 'bout your mom or
 the Hamptons
C#7
Got that kinda hair I can sink my 
hands in
F#                                
Don't care 'bout your mother or 
                   D#7
the goddamn Hamptons
G#m7                               
Sometimes I think it would've been 
C#
me