Arizona

F#maj7 G#m7 A#m7 A7 G#m7 C#7


[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
We were right the second time
 F#maj7            G#m7
I know I've got to leave ar 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
  F#maj7            D#7
By now, by now, by now
G#m7                         C#7
How come you shush me when I moan 
too loud
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F#maj7                   D#7
Too loud, too loud, too loud
G#m7                              
Sometimes I think it would've been
C#7
 me


[Verse 2]
F#maj7                 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 a bleach bitch
            C#7
She's that tan on the beach bitch
F#maj7                     
I know your taste buds are so 
G#m7
fucking ordinary
         A#m7                  
But you got to get used to this 
  A7
different tasting cherry
         G#m7                  C#7
'Cause I got you with wide eyes
And I'll make sure that I catch the
F#maj7                  D#m7 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#maj7             D#7
By now, by now, by now
G#m7                         C#7
How come you shush me when I moan 
too loud
F#maj7                   D#7
Too loud, too loud, too loud
G#m7                             
Sometimes I think it would've been 
C#7
me


[Post Chorus]
G#m7
Mismatched socks, white shirt, 
smooth sailing
C#7
Country club nights, nightclubs, 
contrailing
F#maj7                            
If I had a pussy it'd be mine 
        D#7
you're railing
G#m7
Aways on the rant 'bout your mom or 
the Hamptons
C#7
Got that kinda hair I can sink my 
hands in
F#maj7                            
Don't care 'bout your mother or 
                 D#7
the goddamn Hamptons
G#m7                               
Sometimes I think it would've been 
C#7
me...