Paris

C                               F
Now I'm sprawled out on my floor

Am                              G
Kind of want to talk, but we're not talking anymore
Am                              F
And I can't even remember your face

Am                              Am
Just a glimpse of a blonde and the roll of your tongue

F
But I swear I don't remember your taste
Am
And you left me naked and distressed
F
From all that skin we never pressed

Am
I stumbled straight into your bed

F
And then I told you how it felt

Am
But you were looking for a way

F                                               C                       G
That you could find yourself some sex and some security

F
But I don't want to be that guy
G                                               Am                      G
That's turning up at your house in the middle of the night, no, no
F
No I don't want to be that guy
G                                               Am
who's turning up at your house in the middle of the night
C                               F
Just waiting for your boyfriend to go