Cm Attract me until it hurts to concentrate Distract me, stops me doin' work I hate Fm And just to show him how it feels I walk past his desk in heels Cm One leg resting on the chair From the side, he pulls my hair Chorus: Cm (Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before (Amy, Amy, Amy) He's just too hard to ignore Fm Masculine, you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well Cm (Amy, Amy, Amy) Where's my moral parallel? It takes me half an hour to write a verse He makes me imagine it from bad to worse My weakness for the other sex Every time his shoulders flex The way the shirt hangs off his back My train of thought spins right off track Chorus: (Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before (Amy, Amy, Amy) He's just too hard to ignore Masculine, he spins a spell, yeah I think he'd wear me well (Amy, Amy, Amy) So, where's my moral parallel? His own style, right down to his Diesel jeans Immobile, I can't think by any means Underwear peeks out the top I'll let you know when you should stop From the picture my mind drew I know I'd look good on you Chorus: (Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before (Amy, Amy, Amy) You're too hard to ignore Masculine, you spin a spell I think you'd wear me well (Amy, Amy, Amy) So, where's my moral parallel? Bridge: Creative energy abused And all my lyrics go unused And when I clock black hair, blue eyes I drift off, I fantasise, yeah Chorus: (Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before (Amy, Amy, Amy) He's just too hard to ignore Masculine, he spins a spell I think he'd wear me well (Amy, Amy, Amy) So, where's my moral parallel? (Amy, Amy, Amy) Although I've been here before, yeah (Amy, Amy, Amy) He's just too hard to ignore Masculine, he spins a spell I think he'd wear me well, yeah (Amy, Amy, Amy) Oh, yeah, where's my moral parallel? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsCm Fm |