A D9/E
You're so rich, bet you bought yourself a diamond chain
A D9/E
To look real cool while you're telling all your friends it's fake
D
But you know it's lies
F#m7
Another bitch from the Upper West Side
D A
Credit cards cutting all of your lines, yeah
A D9/E
You're so cute bet you really wanna be a star
A D9/E
To feel like gold when you're dancing on broken hearts
D
And you know it's true
F#m7
You're no good 'til they're looking at you
D A
Bad front, I can see right through, yeah
D E F#m7 A D
I can't stop judging everything you do
D E
But I can't get enough of you
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D9/E
I sleep great knowing we will never be the same
A D9/E
'Cause I'm downtown hanging out while you're in pain
D
And I'm doing fine
F#m7
Even though you're still on my mind
D A
Train rides to the Upper West Side, yeah
D E F#m7 A D
I can't stop judging everything you do
D E
But I can't get enough of you
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
D F#m7 A D
I can't stop
D E
I can't get enough of you, yeah
D E F#m7 A D
I can't stop judging everything you do
D E
But I can't get enough of you
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A D E
Oooooh, oh-ooh