Applesauce

F
I like Waka Flocka
Am
I like Dragon Ball
F
I like King Krule
Am
And I like applesauce
F               Bb
I like a lot of things
A
And I think I'm pretty cool
Am          F             Bb    
But nothing's cooler than just 
       A
being you
(Hey)

[Verse 1]
     F                           
As I talk to myself in my room, I 
                   Gm
can't help but to smile babe
         F                         
Cause I finally feel like myself, I
                      Gm
 ain't felt that in a while babe
        F                          
I don'€™t know who she is, where 
                             Gm
she from, all I know is that she 
fine babe
      F                     
And I think I'm in love with 
someone, that I'€™ve made up in my 
Gm
mind babe (Aw yeah!)

[Chorus]
F                      Dm        
She's a bad mama jama, straight 
                  Gm7              
up out of Indiana, got that perfect
             C
 little twang when she talk
F                          Dm    
And her attitude's Atlanta, girl 
                         Gm    
is driving me bananas, got that 
                      C
perfect little swang when she walk
F                              
That girl is mighty fine, I wish 
      Dm
that I could make her mine
Gm                       C
I'll be waking up soon, I'm always 
running out of time
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F
That girl that's in my dreams
Dm
How perfect could she be
Gm7                               
And what are the odds that she 
   C
would fall in love with me
F
Oh yeah

[Post-Chorus]
F                Gm
Oh she'€™s sweet as applesauce
C
Yeah she sweet as sugar cane
Gm
And I don't even know her name

[Verse 2]
F
Really only ever been an 
inconvenience (to who?)
Spent a whole lotta time feeling 
decent (poor you!)
Gm
Hard times happen for a reason (they
 do!)
Someone wake me up, swear I'€™m 
dreaming (it'€™s true)
F
Grass stains on her blue jeans 
(grass stains)
White stripes on a table in a movie
Gm
Uma dancin, 45 moving full speed
Too good to be true, coulda fooled 
me

F
And as I pass through the door frame
See you there, curly hair, girl 
I'€™m so amazed
Fm                Gm
So assured, that the feeling goes 
both ways
Could be wrong, and then we could go
 our own way
F
And I can'€™t help but to see her
Little dress, all the girls want to 
be her
Gm
Lookin fine as I watch from the 
bleachers
All I know is

[Chorus]
F                      Dm        
She's a bad mama jama, straight 
                  Gm7              
up out of Indiana, got that perfect
             C
 little twang when she talk
F                          Dm    
And her attitude's Atlanta, girl 
                         Gm    
is driving me bananas, got that 
                      C
perfect little swang when she walk
F                              
That girl is mighty fine, I wish 
      Dm
that I could make her mine
Gm                       C
I'll be waking up soon, I'm always 
running out of time

F
That girl that's in my dreams
Dm7
How perfect could she be
Gm7                               
And what are the odds that she 
   C7        C
would fall in love with me
F
Oh yeah

[Otro]
Gm7
Yeah, oh she's sweet, yeah she's so 
sweet, yes she is
F
Oh yeah
Gm                             F
Oh she's sweet like Applesauce, oh 
yeah