Аккорды к песне ​Dazey and the Scouts — Wet

 
Бой шестерка 
 
 
[Verse 1] 
C           Am 
All alone in my bedroom, 
       Dm                  G 
With the lights turned down and my roommate gone. 
C        Am          Dm       G 
I know it's over still I cling on. 
F          E 
Cause I'm my own right-hand girl, 
C           Dm 
And I don't need anyone, 
 F                     G 
But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste, 
 
And your smoking gun. 
 
 
[Chorus] 
F        G           C        Em   Am 
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes. 
Dm       G           C      Em       Am 
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs. 
      Dm             G               C    Em       Am 
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry. 
         F               G N.C.        C B Bb Am F Dbmaj7 
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y. 
 
 
[Short Instrumental] 
C B Bb Am   F Dbmaj7 
 
 
[Verse 2] 
C              Am               Dm         G 
It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy. 
C         Am                Dm               G 
Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me. 
F             E         C             Dm 
'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, 
 F 
But this wouldn't be the first or last time that, 
G 
Both my tears and I have come. 
 
 
[Chorus] 
F        G           C        Em   Am 
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes. 
Dm       G           C      Em       Am 
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs. 
      Dm             G               C    Em        Am 
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry. 
         F               G N.C.        C B Bb Am F Dbmaj7 
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y. 
 
 
[Short Instrumental] 
C B Bb Am   F Dbmaj7 
 
 
[Bridge] 
Am          E               Am 
My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic, 
     Dm 
I'm not letting go. 
Am         E        Am 
And letting  Go could be orgasmic, 
   Dm             F   G 
But I guess I wouldn't know. 
 
N.C. 
(Assorted carnal exclamations of thirst for Austin Corona*) 
 
 
[Chorus] 
F        G           C        Em   Am 
It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes. 
Dm       G           C      Em       Am 
Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs. 
      Dm             G               C    Em       Am 
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry. 
         F               G N.C.        C B Bb Am F Dbmaj7 
It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet, 'til I run dry-y-y-y. 
 
 
[Outro] 
C B Bb Am   F Dbmaj7 C