Applesauce

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I like Waka Flocka
Am
I like Dragon Ball
F
I like King Krule
Am
And I like applesauce
F               Bb
I like a lot of things
A
And I think I'm pretty cool
Am          F             Bb           A
But nothing's cooler than just being you
(Hey)

[Verse 1]
     F                                              Gm
As I talk to myself in my room, I can't help but to smile babe
         F                                               Gm
Cause I finally feel like myself, I ain't felt that in a while babe
        F                                                       Gm
I don'€™t know who she is, where she from, all I know is that she fine babe
      F                                                        Gm
And I think I'm in love with someone, that I'€™ve made up in my mind babe (Aw yeah!)

[Chorus]
F                      Dm                          Gm7                           C
She's a bad mama jama, straight up out of Indiana, got that perfect little twang when she talk
F                          Dm                             Gm                          C
And her attitude's Atlanta, girl is driving me bananas, got that perfect little swang when she 
walk
F                                    Dm
That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
Gm                       C
I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time
F
That girl that's in my dreams
Dm
How perfect could she be
Gm7                                  C
And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
F
Oh yeah

[Post-Chorus]
F                Gm
Oh she'€™s sweet as applesauce
C
Yeah she sweet as sugar cane
Gm
And I don't even know her name

[Verse 2]
F
Really only ever been an inconvenience (to who?)
Spent a whole lotta time feeling decent (poor you!)
Gm
Hard times happen for a reason (they do!)
Someone wake me up, swear I'€™m dreaming (it'€™s true)
F
Grass stains on her blue jeans (grass stains)
White stripes on a table in a movie
Gm
Uma dancin, 45 moving full speed
Too good to be true, coulda fooled me

F
And as I pass through the door frame
See you there, curly hair, girl I'€™m so amazed
Fm                Gm
So assured, that the feeling goes both ways
Could be wrong, and then we could go our own way
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And I can'€™t help but to see her
Little dress, all the girls want to be her
Gm
Lookin fine as I watch from the bleachers
All I know is

[Chorus]
F                      Dm                          Gm7                           C
She's a bad mama jama, straight up out of Indiana, got that perfect little twang when she talk
F                          Dm                             Gm                          C
And her attitude's Atlanta, girl is driving me bananas, got that perfect little swang when she 
walk
F                                    Dm
That girl is mighty fine, I wish that I could make her mine
Gm                       C
I'll be waking up soon, I'm always running out of time

F
That girl that's in my dreams
Dm7
How perfect could she be
Gm7                                  C7        C
And what are the odds that she would fall in love with me
F
Oh yeah

[Outro]
Gm7
Yeah, oh she's sweet, yeah she's so sweet, yes she is
F
Oh yeah
Gm                             F
Oh she's sweet like Applesauce, oh yeah