Wet taby ukulele według Dazey And The Scouts

(Dm, C, A, F)
 
(C) All alone in my (Am) bedroom
With the lights turned (G) down and my roommate gone
(C) I know it's over still I (D) cling on
(E) 'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl
(Am) And I don't need (Dm) anyone
But (F) sometimes I miss your stupid (G) face, and your taste
And your smoking gun
 
(Dm) It's so depressing (G) how the (C) tear ducts in my (Am) eyes
(D) Are so much (G) wetter than the space between (Am) my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if (G) thinking about it (C) only makes me (Am) cry
It keeps me (F) wet, you know you keep me (G) wet,
'Til I run (Am) dry
(Dm, G, C, A, G)
 
(C) It's nights like (Am) this that remind me of my (G) deepest fantasy
(C) Where I'm all (Am) alone and I feel the (Dm) cold, dark earth (G) caressing me
(F) 'Cause I'm six feet under (Am) nearly, and I don't have anyone, but
(F) This wouldn't be the first or last time that
(G) Both my tears and I have come
 
(Dm) It's so (G) depressing how the tear ducts in my (Am) eyes
(Dm) Are so much (G) wetter than the space between (Dm) my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't help if (G) thinking about it (C) only makes me (Am) cry
It keeps me (F) wet, you keep me (G) wet,
'Til I run dry
(A, Dm, G, Dm)
 
(F) My blood runs cold, my thoughts are (A) plasmic
From not (Dm) letting go
And letting (E) go could be (Am) orgasmic
But I guess I (F) wouldn't know
 
(Dm) It's so (G) depressing how the (C) tear ducts in my (Am) eyes
(D) Are so much (G) wetter than the space between (Am) my thighs
Oh, oh, oh I can't (G) help if thinking about you only makes me (Am) cry
(F) It keeps me wet, you know (G) you keep me wet,
'Til I (C) run (A) dry
(Dm, G, C, Dm, G, C)