The Wombats

The Wombats

Cheetah Tongue
nível iniciante
Hook 
      Em          D                    A 
I Cut off my head and my cheetah tongue 
      Em               D                  A 
I Cant think straight and my mouth is numb 
       Em            D                 A 
Dont shut your eyes till we faid to black 
        Em       D                            A 
Cos Maybe this time... the good stuff could last 

Verse 
A 
  You rub me over 
A                        G               D 
  My orange collar, got black flamingos crying for ya 
A 
  Well i'll see ya later 
A                        G                   D                 A 
  I could be your faker, My hands shake like jellyfish when your near 

Hook 
      Em          D                    A 
I Cut off my head and my cheetah tongue 
      Em               D                  A 
I Cant think straight and my mouth is numb 
       Em            D                 A 
Dont shut your eyes till we faid to black 
        Em       D                            A 
Cos Maybe this time... the good stuff could last 

verse 2 
A 
  Your a hammer 
A                        G                D 
  Sweaped by a cracker, stumbling threw a chinatown 
A 
  Lier lier 
A                       G                 D           A 
  My house is on fire, somewhere between chinatown and here 

Hook 
      Em         D                    A 
I Cut off my head and my cheetah tongue 
      Em              D                  A 
I Cant think straight and my mouth is numb 
       Em            D                 A 
Dont shut your eyes till we faid to black 
        Em      D                            A 
Cos Maybe this time... the good stuff could last 

G  D  A 
Oooohhhhhhh 

Bridge 
Em 
  Come a little closer 
D 
 Its alright 
A                                G 
 I'll be a light character with flaws tonight 

Em                     D 
  Come a little closer my firefly 
A                                             G 
 Your not the only one who doesnt want to be alone tonight 

Hook 
      Em         D                    A 
I Cut off my head and my cheetah tongue 
      Em              D                  A 
I Cant think straight and my mouth is numb 
       Em            D                 A 
Dont shut your eyes till we faid to black 
        Em      D                            A 
Cos Maybe this time... the good stuff could last

Enviado por: Fernando Santana

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