Tom: A
A: 2100
D: 2220
E: 4442
Am: 2000
Asus4: 2200
A D
I'm sorry there ain't time for us to make it work,
E A
Romantic possibilities were strangled at birth,
A D
You tell me that you want me, only makes it worse,
E
There's nothing I can do because I gotta rehearse.
A D
And you accept the sacrifice like chocolate pie,
E A
And as I gobble it up I find it tastes like a lie,
A D
And later in the kitchen with a bottle of wine,
E
My mother asks, 'what happened to that perfect guy?'
Chorus:
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Asus4
Now put your costume on,
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Asus4
Now put your lipstick on,
Am
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Asus4
Now put your smile on,
Am
You gotta dance to the rhythm, gotta sing to the song
A D
I see your face the moment that we climb on stage,
E A
I feel the sadness welling up, I brush it away,
A D
We smile, we dance, the music helps to soothe our pain,
E
But my head and heart are spinning in the mess we've made,
[Chorus]
A D
Dancing is addictive, it's my nicotine,
E A
It distracts from everything that's hurting me,
A D
I'm sorry that I wasn't who you thought I'd be,
E
I'm sorry that you thought that you could count on me
