[Intro]
A A A7
I don't believe everything happens for a reason
D D
To us romantics out here, that amounts to high treason
A A A7
I don't go in for your star-crossed lovers
D
In the heart of a skeptic
G E
There's a question that still hovers near
[Verse]
C F
For it begs the question
C F
How did I ever find you
C F
Now you got me writing love songs
C F
With a common refrain like this one here,
C F
baby
C F x2
C Em Am
Am F C
And all your left handed kisses
G Em Am
Were just prelude to another
F C G Em Am
Prelude to your back handed love song,
F C
baby
C F
But it begs a question
C F
How did I ever find you
C F C
Drifting gently through the gyre
F C F C F C
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
F C F C
Got me writing love songs
F
With a common refrain like this one here
[Solo]
Am F C G Em x4
[Verse]
Am F C
The point your song here misses
G Em Am
Is that if you really loved me
Am F
You'd risk more than a few 50 cent
C G Em Am
Words in your backhanded love song
F
So it begs a question
C G Em Am
How did I ever find you
F C
Drifting gently through the gyre
G Em Am F C G Em Am
Of the great Sargasso sea, Atlantic Ocean
Am F C
The point your song here misses
G Em Am
You got me writing love songs
F C
Is that you really love me
G Em Am
With a common refrain like this one here, here (Baby)
F C G Em E
Is prelude to another of your backhanded love song
[Coda/Outro]
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A A A7
Now it's time for a handsome little bookend
D D
Now it's time to tie up all the loose ends
A A A7
Am I still a skeptic or did you make me a believer?
D
If you hesitate, you'll hear the click of the receiver
