YOUNG GIRLS

I spend (F)all my mon ey

on a (Am)big old fan cy car

for these (Dm)bright eyed hon eys.

Oh yeah, (Bb)you know who you are.

Keep me (F)up ’til the sun is high,

’til the (Am)birds start call ing my name.

I’m ad (Dm)dict ed, and I don’t know why;

guess I’ve (Bb)al ways been this way.

All these (Bb)roads steer me (C)wrong, but I still drive them all night long, all night long.

All you (F)young, wild girls, you make a (Am)mess of me.

Yeah, you (Dm)young, wild girls, you’ll be the (Bb)death of me, the (C)death of me.

All you (F)young, wild girls, no mat ter (Am)what you do,

yeah, you (Dm)young, wild girls, I al ways come (Bb)back to you, come (C)back to you.

I get (F)lost un der these lights;

I get (Am)lost in the words I say,

start be (Dm)liev ing my own lies like ev ’ry (Bb)thing will be o (C)kay.

Oh, (F)I still dream of a sim ple life: (Am)boy meets girl, makes her his wife.

But (Dm)love don’t ex ist when you live like this; that much I (Bb)know,

yes, I (C)know.

All these (Bb)roads steer me (C)wrong, but I still drive them all night long, all night (Bb)long.

All you (C)back to you,

(F)you, you,

you, (Am)ooh, ooh, woo.

(Dm)You, you,

you, (Bb)ooh, ooh, woo.

Yeah, (F)you, you,

you, (Am)ooh, ooh, woo.

(Dm)You, you,

you, (Bb)ooh, ooh, woo.

Yeah,

All you (F)young, wild girls, you make a (Am)mess of me.

Yeah, you (Dm)young, wild girls, you’ll be the (Bb)death of me, the (C)death of me.

All you (F)young, wild girls, no mat ter (Am)what you do,

yeah, you (Dm)young, wild girls, I al ways come (Bb)back to you, come (C)back to you.