I took each word she said as (Eb7)gos pel truth,

the way a sil ly lit tle (D#)child

(G#)would.

I can’t ex cuse it on the (D#7)grounds of youth,

I was no (A9)babe

in the (C#m6)wild, (F#m)wild (C#m)wood.

She did n’t (C#m)mean it,

I should ’ve (C#m6)seen it, but (A7)now

it’s too (Db6)late.

I thought I’d found the (Ab7)girl of my (Ab13)dreams,

now it (A7)seems

(Db6)this is how the (Db)sto ry

(Ebm7)ends.

(Eb)She’s gon na turn me (Gb)down (Ab)and say,

“Can’t (B9)we be (Db6)friends?”

I thought for once it (Ab7)could n’t go (Ab13)wrong.

Not for (A7)long,

(Db6)I can see the (Db)way this

(Ebm7)ends.

(Eb)She’s gon na turn me (Gb)down (Ab)and say,

“Can’t (B9)we be (Db6)friends?”

(Gb6)Why should I (Gb9)care,

(Ab7)though she

gave (Ab7)me the (Db6)air?

Why (Db6)should I (B13)cry,

heave a sigh,

and won der (Bb13)why,

and won der (Bb13)why?

I thought I’d found a (Ebm7)gal I could (Ab13)trust.

What a (Em7)bust,

(Db6)this is how the (Db)sto ry

(Ebm7)ends.

(Eb)She’s gon na turn me (Ab13)down and say,

(B9)“Can’t we (E13)be

(Ebm11)just

(Db6)friends?”