Bm Theres clothes all over my floor D don't remember them being here before G Smell of perfume isn't here, A why's lipstick on the mirror E And still I don't understand Bm No pictures left in the hall, D there's three new holes in my wall G Where the hells my credit cards, A why's my wallet in the yard E And still I don't understand Chorus: Well, now I guess I should've listened When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father In one ear and out the other, why's love gotta be so tough? Should see the look on my face My shit's all over the place Why's this happening to me? Why'd you take both sets of keys? And still I don't understand Chorus: Well, now I guess I should've listened When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father In one ear and out the other, why's love gotta be so tough? Oh, now I guess I should've listened There's clothes all over the floor I don't remember them being here before There are no candles in here, lipstick on my mirror And still I don't understand Chorus: Oh, now I guess I should've listened When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father In one ear and out the other, why must life be so tough? Oh, well now I guess I should've listened When you said you'd had enough A little trick I picked up from my father In one ear and out the other, why's love gotta be so tough? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E G Bm |