Mirth
Maya Hawke
Am
(início)
C G Am Dm G
Verse 1
C G Am Twistin' around on blue leather booth Dm G My ears still popping from travel and use C G Am I picked at my oatmeal and plumped up my lips Dm G F He gives his hand a suggestion, wish F C It's not you, it's New York I miss
Verse 2
C G Am I've got a problem I think he could fix Dm G He seems to undo all my usual tricks C Am But the marks on his belly, the lines I trace Dm G Shadow softness and romantic grace F C It's not you, it's New York I face
Verse 3
Am G C I dreamt of him on a JetBlue flight Dm G Nursing me into a feverish night Am G C Lay on my back, whisperin' his name Dm G Letting him unravel a decade of blame F C It's not you, it's New York I claim
Verse 4
C G Am Well, in a thunder breath, I coughed up my heart Dm G My life in my hands, a good place to start G G Am Little creature born of joy and mirth Dm G Loving without the help of anything C E Am Little creature born of joy and mirth Dm G Loving without the help of anything C Am On earth F C It's not you, it's New York that works
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