G Well, I'm finding it harder to be A# F G a gentleman every day, A# All the manners that F G I've been taught have slowly died away. F But if I held the door open for you it wouldn't make your day. You think that I care about me and only me, When every single girl needs help climbing up a tree. And I know it don't take much to satisfy me. G A# F A# A G G A# F A# A G C Maybe it's whatever's A# G in my hand that's distracting me. A# C But if I could find the emotion to stimulate D devotion well then you'd see. G A# F A# A G G A# F A# A G Well I'm finding it hard to say that I need you twenty times a day, I feel comfortable so baby why don't you feel the same? Have a doctor come and visit us, and tell us which one is sane. G A# F A# A G G A# F A# A G I never said I wouldn't throw my jacket in the mud for you, But my father gave it to me so maybe I should carry you. Then you said you almost dropped me so then I did, And I got mud on my shoes. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C D F G |