Bags taby ukulele według Clairo (Chwyty barytonu)

[Verse 1]
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Every second counts, I don’t wanna talk to you 
 F                                 Am                                 G
All these little games, you can call me by the name I gave you
F     Am     G
Yesterday, yeah
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Every minute counts, I don’t wanna watch TV 
F                                         Am                                 G
Can you figure me out, just doin this to waste more time on the couch

[Chorus 1]
F
Can you see me, I’m waiting for the right time
Am                                                                 G
I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine
F
Can you see me using everything to hold back?
Am
I guess, this could be worse
G                                                 F
Walking out the door with your bags
Am
Walking out the door with your bags
G                                 F
Walking out the door with your bags
Am                                                 G
Walking out the door with your bags
F Am G
F Am G

[Verse 2]
F                                                 Am                                 G
Pour your glass of wine but you’ll tell me I should be just fine, yeah
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Cases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush to my head
F
I don’t wanna be forward, I don’t wanna cut corners
Am                                                 G
Savor this with everything I have inside of me
F
I’m not the type to run, I know that we’re having fun
Am                                                                 G
But what’s the rush, kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed
F Am G
F Am G

[Verse 3]
F                                 Am                 G
Tell you how I felt, sugar coated melting in your mouth
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Pardon my emotions, I should probably keep it all to myself
F
Now you make fun of me
Am                                 G
Now you make fun of me
F
Now you make fun of me
Am                                 G
Now you make fun of me

[Chorus 2]
F
Can you see me, I’m waiting for the right time
Am                                                 G
I can’t read you but if you want, the pleasure’s all mine
F
Can you see me using everything to hold back?
Am
I guess, this could be worse
G                                                 F
Walking out the door with your bags
Am
Walking out the door with your bags
G                                                 F
Walking out the door with your bags
Am                                                 G
Walking out the door with your bags
F Am G
F Am G