[Intro] G  F

[Primeira Parte]

G
  Driving on the right side road
F
  He says I'm pretty wearing his clothes
G
  And he's got hands that make hell seem cold
F
  Feet on the dashboard, he's like a poem
         G
I wish I wrote
         G7
I wish I wrote

[Refrão]

       C               F
When he laughs at all my jokes
        G           C
And he says I'm so American
    F                 C
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
   G                Am
To make me feel this much
    G   C           F
I'll go anywhere he goes
       G            C
And he says I'm so American
    F             C
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
   G                  Am  G
If he keeps this shit up
 F
I might just be in
           Fm
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-love

[Segunda Parte]

G                   G
  God, I'm so boring and I'm so rude
      F                          F
Can't have a conversation if it's not all about you
G                      G
  The way you dress and the books you read
F                          F
  I really love my bed but man, it's hard to sleep
              G
When he's with me
              G7
When he's with me

[Refrão]

         C               F
When he laughs at all my jokes
        G           C
And he says I'm so American
    F                 C
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
   G                Am
To make me feel this much
    G   C           F
I'll go anywhere he goes
       G            C
And he says I'm so American
    F             C
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
   G                  Am  G
If he keeps this shit up
 F
I might just be in
           Fm
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-love

[Ponte]

Am     F             C
I apologize if it's a little too much 

just a little too soon
    Am           F           C
But if the conversation ever were to come up
                          Am
I don't wanna assume this stuff
F              C                   G  G7
  But ain't it love? I think I'm in love

[Refrão]

         C               F
When he laughs at all my jokes
        G           C
And he says I'm so American
    F                 C
Oh, God, it's just not fair of him
   G                Am
To make me feel this much
    G   C           F
I'll go anywhere he goes
       G            C
And he says I'm so American
    F             C
Oh, God, I'm gonna marry him
   G                  Am  G
If he keeps this shit up
 F
I might just be in
           Fm
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-love