Am F G Em I want Neil Young on your phone speaker in the morning Am F G And fuck him if he just can't see Am F G Em This is how his songs are supposed to be heard Am F G No more lectures on fidelity Dm G G# I don't believe in mysticism Dm G G# Only in what science proves Dm G G# Like the sex appeal of your sick dance moves G# Ooh, wee, ooh, wee Chorus: C Put on your red beret, baby F G Moonwalk naked across the room (ooh, ooh) C Do something kinda unique to me F G Do something that'll make me swoon (ooh, ooh) C That's how I know that I'm not pretending F G I know it's not make believe (ooh, ooh) C It's only complicated if you want it to be F G C Do you know what I mean? It's byzantine (ooh, ooh) I want Hi-Chews, playlists, smoking on the roof And I love the way you look at me Tennessee Williams in Stuart Weitzman boots Yeah, you're just too wild to believe A fetish for athletic fashion Running shoes and striped track suits I never heard of Sparks before But I'm so glad you shared them with me Chorus A D Rollin', crashin', breakin', splashing C D Givin', takin', makin', breakin' promises A D You got me high when I was low C D E Negative ions, come save my soul (soul, soul) Chorus F G It's byzantine C It's byzantine (ooh, ooh) F G It's byzantine C It's byzantine (ooh, ooh) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA Am C D Dm E Em F G G# |