Misc Mashups – Taylor Swift - But Daddy I Love Him - So High School - Ttpd - Fortnight - Me (Guitar)

G
 I forget how the West was won

A
 I forget if this was ever fun

E                                 D
 I just learned these people only raise you to cage you

G
 Sarahs and Hannahs in their Sunday best

A
 Clutching their pearls, sighing "what a mess"

E                                    D
 I just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you

G           A                  E             D
 Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it

G                 A                E
 They slammed the door on my whole world

                 D
 The one thing I wanted

      E
Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

A
 Screaming, "But Daddy, I love him!"

 D
I'm having his baby

         A
No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

 E
I'm telling him to floor it through the fences

A
 No, I'm not coming to my senses

 D                               A
I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want

 C G         D                 C  G   D
 I   feel so high school every time I look at you

 Am
 Truth, dare, spin bottles

 G
 You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

 C
 Brand new, full throttle

 D
 Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

      Am
 It’s true, swear, scouts honor

 G
 You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her

 C
 Brand new, full throttle

 D
 You already know, babe

C
 You left your typewriter at my apartment

Em
 Straight from the tortured poets department

C                            D
 I think some things I never say

    Am                       G
 But you're in self-sabotage mode

                             C
 Throwing spikes down on the road

                       Em
 But I've seen this episode and still love the show

 Am         G
 Who else decodes you?

C                          D
 And who's gonna hold you like me?

C                             Em
 And who's gonna know you if not me?

Am                        G
 "You're not Dylan Thomas. I'm not Patti Smith.

C                             D
 This ain't the Chelsea Hotel. We're modern idiots."

     Am          G         C
 And who's gonna hold you like me?

   Em
 Nobody

            C
 No-fucking-body

    D
 Nobody

           C                   G
Thought of calling you but you won't pick up

        Em                 Am
Another fortnight lost in America

        C               G
Move to Florida, buy the car you want

       Em                      Am
But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch

     C           Am
Me-e-e, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Em
I'm the only one of me

 G
Let me keep you company

        C             Am
Eeh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Em
You're the only one of you

 G
Baby, that's the fun of you

           C                   G
Thought of calling you but you won't pick up

        Em                 Am
Another fortnight lost in America

        C                G
Move to Florida, buy the car you want

       Em                    Am
But it won't start up 'til I touch, touch, touch you