Miley Cyrus – Fweaky (Guitar)

Bb               C
 In your bed, or in your car

Dm                C
 On the earth, or up in the stars

 F          C
I wanna be, where you are

Am                  Bb
Even if that means, going too far

Bb              C
 At your place, or up in space

       Dm                               C
You can, you can eat me out, as long as I see your face

F         C
I wanna be, where you are

Am                          Bb
Even if that means, letting go of my heart

Bb                       C
 You take me higher than I’ve been before

   Dm                                C
Don’t laugh when I say that cause we just smoked a bowl

     F                             C
And I, I have a hard time, anyway, saying how I feel

    Am                          Bb
but I’m a little buzzed, so I’m keeping it real

Bb         C                 Dm
 I tried to take it slow, but

                          C
When you're around me, my pot’s about to blow, and

F                      C
 Everything you do just turns me on

         Am                Bb
So let’s go to my room, and na, na, na, na

Bb                       C
Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it

Dm                    C
 I hope you're ready, I'm into whatever

F                        C
Shit's 'bout to get real freaky I can feel it

Am               Bb
 Don't you worry, you won't regret it

Bb                    C
 It never felt right to be so wrong

 Dm                                C
I should've called you sooner, you loved me for so long

    F                            C
And it's been a while since I've been with someone else

      Am                     Bb
Cause I got too good at just doing it myself

Bb                    C
 At your dad’s place, or at your moms

      Dm                            C
And if they’re both home, we can go out on the lawn

   F                          C                       
And I wanna walk around while wearing high heels

Am                               Bb
After we drank all night, and we done a bunch of pills

Bb
 Na, na, na, na

C
Na, na, na, na

Dm 
 Na, na, na, na, na

C
Na, na, na, na, na

F
 Na, na, na, na

C
Na, na, na, na, na

Am
Na, na, na, na, na

Bb
Na, na, na, na

Bb  
Shit's 'bout to get real

C
Freaky I can feel it

Dm                   C
 But don't you worry, you won't hurt it

F              
Shit's 'bout to get real

C 
Freaky I can feel it

Am               Bb
 Don't you worry, you won't regret it