Tongue Tied

Am        Am

Am                   Am
  My boy is mad hot,   one touch I'm shell-shocked,
Am                        Am
  makes my heart foxtrot, non-stop;
                           E                               E
could ‘ve been a one night stand, oh man, could ‘ve been a passing thing,
              E                                       E*
just a little boom boom bang vut we keep going again, going again, oh!

Am                          Am
  This heat, it won’t stop,   he makes me jackpot,
Am                        Am
  my eyes are blood-shot, dumb-struck.
                          E                             E
Think we’ve got a perfect ten, oh man, and every bit of luck we can
              E                      E*
'cos I got my ace in hand, can we go round again, round again?

     Dm           Dm                               Am
This must be love   ‘cos every night our words are tongue-tied up;
Am                             E                    E
  pillow-talk just sounds like double dutch like we drank too much.
      E              N.C.
Yeah, once we touch,   words come out like …
[Chorus] (Scatting/Gibberish)
Am        Am        Am        Am
E         E         E         E

Am                        Am
  I scoop that ice cream,   he licks the plate clean,
Am                         Am
 no time just more please, striptease.
                      E                          E
Wanna another helping hand, oh man, polish every room we can.
               E                               E*
Yeah, we gotta do the damn thing, keep ya mama coming again, oh, coming again.

     Dm           Dm                               Am
This must be love   'cos every night our words are tongue-tied up;
Am                             E                    E
  pillow talk just sounds like double dutch like we drank too much.
      E              N.C.
Yeah, once we touch,   words come out like …
[Chorus] (Scatting/Gibberish)
Am        Am        Am        Am
E         E         E         E

Am                            Am
  Oh dang, money in the bank, every time he walka my way yeah,
Am                                  Am
   that thing standin' in the rain, that'll drive a woman insane yeah.
F7                      F7
  My finger's followin'   a tattoo of angel wings,
     E7                                E7*
this devil starts to grin 'cos I'm his favourite kinda sin.

     Dm                                          Am
This must be love ‘cos every night our words are tongue-tied up;
                             E
pillow talk just sounds like double dutch like we drank too much.
      E              N.C.
Yeah, once we touch,   words come out like …
[Chorus] (Scatting/Gibberish)
Am        Am        Am        Am
E         E         E         E

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