Hợp âm Cheatercheaterbestfriendeater

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[Verse 1]
Yeah, [G]you sure broke my heart last week
When [D]you said you had slept with him
I [Em]know you called,
I [Ebaug]got them all
[G]La, da, da, da, da, [A]da
Girl, you better [C]love what you got
Be[D]fore you go and give it a[G]way
But don't say that I don't know you

[Chorus 1]
'Cause [C]oh, I [D]know [G]all about your [C]type
You're the [D]type of girl
that [G]texts all day and talks all night
And [C]oh, I [D]know that [G]you are feeling [C]sad
I don't feel [D]bad
'Cause even after [C]three text messages,
[D]four missed calls
You [C]still [D]slept with my best [G]friend

[Verse 2]
Yeah, [G]you sure got a lot of nerve
To [D]say that this was all my fault
I [Em]know you called,
I [Ebaug]got them all
[G]La, da, da, da, da, [A]da
Girl, you better [C]love what you got
Be[D]fore you go and give it a[G]way
But don't say that I don't know you

[Chorus 2]
'Cause [C]oh, I [D]know [G]all about your [C]type
You're the [D]type of girl
that [G]texts all day and talks all night
And [C]oh, I [D]know that [G]you are feeling [C]sad
I don't feel [D]bad
'Cause even after [C]three text messages,
[D]four missed calls
You [C]still [D]slept with my best [G]friend

[Bridge 1]
So I sing [Em]rain, rain, go away,
come again another day
When [B]I say it's okay to give a little hell to pay
And [C]every single time you make your way
into my sheets
The [D]hours move to minutes,
the days turn into weeks
And [Em]I know you're so cool, but I must be a fool
For [B]taking you in
and letting you win control of my heart
And [C]every single time you make your way
into my sheets
The [D]hours move to minutes,
the days turn into weeks
[Em]Rain, rain, go away,
come again another day
When [B]I say it's okay to give a little hell to pay
And [C]every single time you make your way
into my sheets
The [D]hours move to minutes,
the days turn into weeks
And [Em]I know you're so cool, but I must be a fool
For [B]taking you in
and letting you win control of my heart
And [C]every single time you make your way
into my sheets
The [D]hours move to minutes,

[Chorus 3]
the days turn into weeks
[C]Oh, I [D]know [G]all about your [C]type
You're the [D]type of girl
that [G]texts all day and talks all night
And [C]oh, I [D]know that [G]you are feeling [C]sad
I don't feel [D]bad
'Cause even after [C]three text messages,
[D]four missed calls
You [C]still [D]slept with my best [G]friend