You Sir

 
Okay, so 
                  C 
I know I'm twenty-three 
                       Am 
But I've heard about a time 
                 F 
When a gentleman existed 
                               G 
But somethin' happened to that kind 
                        C 
Now we're handed lesser evils 
                                    Am 
We're saying shit like, "Yeah, he's fine" 
                        F 
Talk about a man like a McMuffin 
                           G 
I really like him when I'm high 
 

 
F            C 
Where'd they go? 
     Am                      G 
The ones holding doors open, it's on the nose, but 
F            C 
Where'd they run? 
    Am                            G 
I'm sick of all the ones using my time just for their fun 
 

 
    C 
I'd rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser 
          Am 
And I can tell you're just another spit after you chew her 
    F 
I'm done throwing my heart around, I'm cruisin' for a bruisin' 
    G                                                  C 
I'd rather die alone than ever with someone like you, sir 
 

 
        C 
I had a type 
                       Am 
But I burned it to the ground 
                               F 
Went for the ones that kept me guessing 
                               G 
They'd pour a drop and I would drown 
                            C 
I can't believe that I've invested 
                   Am 
So many hours into men 
                        F 
Who should probably be arrested 
                       G 
I'd never do that shit again (No) 
 

 
F            C 
Where'd they go? 
   Am                             G 
To tell another victim that she's young, but she seems older 
F             C 
Where'd they run? 
Am                         G 
Hopefully to some deserted island with no one 
 

 
    C 
I'd rather lose a limb before I kiss another loser 
          Am 
And I can tell you're just another spit after you chew her 
    F 
I'm done throwing my heart around, I'm cruisin' for a bruisin' 
    G 
I'd rather die alone than ever with someone like 
    C 
I'd rather hold my pillow than you hoggin' up the middle 
    Am 
I'd rather break my back than solve another stupid riddle 
       F 
'Cause lyin' boys will catch you like a paper in a fire 
     G                                       C 
I'd rather die alone than with another nice trier 
             C 
Like you, sir 

Am F G 
 

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F            C 
Where'd they go? 
     Am                       G 
The ones holding doors open, it's on the nose, but 
F       C 
I'm so done 
       Am                             G 
If you ask me on a date, I'll say I'd rather eat a gun