Paris

C                               F
Now I'm sprawled out on my floor

Am                              G
Kind of want to talk, but we're not 
talking anymore
Am                              F
And I can't even remember your face

Am                              
Just a glimpse of a blonde and the 
Am
roll of your tongue

F
But I swear I don't remember your 
taste
Am
And you left me naked and distressed
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F
From all that skin we never pressed

Am
I stumbled straight into your bed

F
And then I told you how it felt

Am
But you were looking for a way

F                                 
That you could find yourself some 
              C                    
sex and some security
   G


F
But I don't want to be that guy
G                                 
That's turning up at your house in
              Am                   
 the middle of the night, no, no
   G

F
No I don't want to be that guy
G                                 
who's turning up at your house in 
              Am
the middle of the night
C                               F
Just waiting for your boyfriend to 
go