Socialite

[Intro] D  Bm  G

[Primeira Parte]

    D
I'm always a drink away from a good day
 D
Put on some Jodeci, getting loose, aye
   Bm
I pummel the coochie, I'm Bobby Boucher
        G
Maybe that's why they put up with all my bullshit
       D
And I bought a new Bentley without a roof, aye
   D
In L.A. they tell me my truck is stupid
       Bm
Doing cul-de-sac donuts, man, I'm a nuisance
   G
I love my Prince with the Revolutions

[Pré-Refrão]

         A                                  G
Getting hammered all alone, but don't feel bad for me
         A                                 Em
And my chauffeur drinks Patron, so call a cab for me
          Gm
And I'll leave

[Refrão]

 D               A
Fuck me up, it's only a body
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
    D                   A
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Bm     G
Socia--lite

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[Segunda Parte]

D
I'm feeling naughty up on a Sunday
 D
Fuck in the backseat of a Hyundai
     Bm
I'm calling her Shrek 'cause she got a donkey
       G
It's crazy how well we get along
              D
My new best friend, I just met
               D
Now it's "Fuck everybody else"
           Bm
I know someone for six weekends
           G
And never talk to them again

[Pré-Refrão]

 A                                   G
Call it what you want, it's such a tragedy
   A                               Em
I pulled a shorter straw, another casualty
         Gm
Guess I leave

[Refrão]

 D               A
Fuck me up, it's only a body
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
    D                   A
If God exists, it shouldn't be a problem
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 D                 A
Fuck me up, it's my birthday party
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
    D                  A
So tell me something we got in common
 Bm          G
Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Bm     G
Socia--lite
 Bm     G   Em
Socia--lite