Ba by real ly (D)hurt me, cry ing in the (F#m)tax i.

He don’t wan na (Bm)know me, says he made the big mis (A)take of danc ing in my (G)storm,

says it was (Em)poi

(A)son.

So I guess I’ll go (D)home, in to the (F#m)arms of the girl that I (Bm)love, the on ly love I (A)have n’t screwed up.

She’s so hard to (Bm)please, but she’s a (Em)for est fire.

I do my best to meet her de mands, (F#m)play at ro mance, we slow (Bm)dance in the liv ing room, but (A)all that a stran ger would (G)see is one (Bm)girl sway ing a (Em)lone, strok ing her (A)cheek.

They (D)say,

“You’re a (F#m)lit tle much for (Bm)me,

you’re a (A)li a bil i (G)ty.

You’re a (Bm)lit tle much for (Em)me.”

So they pull (D)back, make oth er (F#m)plans.

I un der (Bm)stand;

I’m a (A)li a bil i (G)ty;

get you (Bm)wild, make you (Em)leave.

I’m a (A)lit tle much for (Bm)eh, ah na na na, (A)ev

’ry (G)one.

The truth (D)is, I am a (F#m)toy that peo ple en (Bm)joy till all of the (A)tricks don’t work an y more,

and then they are (Em)bored

of (A)me.

I know that it’s ex (D)cit ing run ning through the (F#m)night, but ev ’ry per fect (Bm)sum mer’s eat ing me a (A)live un til you’re (G)gone.

Bet ter (Em)on

my (A)own.

They (G)one.

They’re gon na (Bm)watch me dis ap (A)pear in to the (G)sun.

You’re all gon na (Bm)watch me dis ap (A)pear in to the (G)sun.