Intro: Am (x2) F (x2) C (x2) G (x2) Am (x2) F (x2) Dm (x2) G (x1)
Am F C G
These chords make her so happy, especially when he plays them that way
Am F C G
What she says makes him so happy, complimenting him all day
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but your words make me feel like I belong
Am F
She begs him to keep playing these chords
C G
even though he and they may get a little tired
Am F C
And he employs her to keep saying that stuff because her hollow words are
G
keeping him inspired
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C
Well I don't love you, but you'll do as an
G
adequate muse
Am F C
Well I love the opticians, 'cause it's not your fault if
G
your eyes are bad
Am F C
And they can't make you feel guilty, and they're
G
hardly gonna blame your mum and dad
Am F C G
The doctors and the dentists, can see how much you've indulged
Am F
By laughing at the condition you're in, they can
C G
tell what you've never divulged
Am F
And it's up to you to look after yourself, which is
C G
so boring, ring, ring, bring me down
Am F C G
Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
Am F C
Well I don't love you, but your words make me
G
feel like I belong.
