Oh, sweet heart, put the bot tle down.

You’ve got too much tal ent.

I see you through those blood shot eyes.

There’s a cure; you’ve found it.

Slow mo tion, sparks, you’ve caught that chill.

Now don’t de ny it.

But boys will be boys, oh, yes, they will;

they don’t wan na de fine it.

Just (A5)give up the game and get in to me.

If you’re (F#7)look ing for thrills, then get cold feet.

(E5)Oh, no, I (E)do (A5)not hook (E5)up, up; I (E)go (A5)slow.

So (C#5)if you want me, I (F#5)don’t come cheap.

Keep your (A5)hand in my hand and your heart on your (B5)sleeve.

(E5)Oh, no, I (E)do (A5)not hook (E5)up, up; I (E)fall (A5)deep.

’Cause the more that you (F#5)try, the hard er I’ll fight to say

good night.

I can’t cook, no, but I can clean

up the mess she left.

Lay your head down and feel the beat,

as I kiss your fore head.

This may not last, but this is now,

so love the one you’re with.

You wan na chase, but you’re chas ing your tail.

A quick (F#7)fix won’t ev er get you well.

’Cause I feel the dis tance be tween

(F#m)us could be (C#m)o ver

with a (A)snap of your (F#)fin ger,

oh, no.

(E5)Oh, no, I (E)do (A5)not hook (E5)up, up; I (E)go (A5)slow.

So (C#5)if you want me, I (F#5)don’t come cheap.

Keep your (A5)hand in my hand and your heart on your (B5)sleeve.

(E5)Oh, no, I (E)do (A5)not hook (E5)up, up; I (E)fall (A5)deep.

’Cause the more that you (F#5)try, the hard er I’ll fight to say...

’Cause the more that you (F#5)try, the hard er I’ll fight to say...

fight to say

(B5)good night.

Oh, sweet heart, put the bot tle down,

’cause you don’t wan na miss out.