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
                                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
  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                              C#7
Sometimes I think it would've been me


[Verse 2]
F#maj7                 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 a bleach bitch
            C#7
She's that tan on the beach bitch
F#maj7                     G#m7
I know your taste buds are so fucking ordinary
         A#m7                    A7
But you got to get used to this different tasting cherry
         G#m7                  C#7
'Cause I got you with wide eyes
                                   F#maj7                  D#m7 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#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                             C#7
Sometimes I think it would've been me


[Post Chorus]
G#m7
Mismatched socks, white shirt, smooth sailing
C#7
Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing
F#maj7                                    D#7
If I had a pussy it'd be mine 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                                             D#7
Don't care 'bout your mother or the goddamn Hamptons
G#m7                               C#7
Sometimes I think it would've been me...