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
                               F#maj7             D#m7  D#7
It's getting harder to avert my eyes, my eyes, my eyes


[Chorus]
 G#m7                             C#7
How come I don't have the code to your front door
 C# F#maj7       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  C#
Sometimes I think it would've been me


[Verse 2]
  F#                 G#m7
I'm there to meet your old high school fling
             A#m7                                    A7
She's got brown eyes and brown hair 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                         A7
But you got to get used to this diferrent tasting cherry
       G#m7                      C#7
'Cause I got you with wide eyes, uh-uh
                                    F#maj7                 D#7
And I'll make sure that I catch the light, the light, the light


[Chorus]
G#m7                              C#7
How come I don't have the code to 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        C#
Sometimes I think it would've been me


[Post Chorus]
G#m7
Mismathced socks, white shirt, smooth sailing
C#7
Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing
F#                                           D#7
If I had a pussy it'd be mine 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#                                                   D#7
Don't care 'bout your mother or the goddamn Hamptons
G#m7                               C#
Sometimes I think it would've been me