Boys, Boys, Boys taby ukulele według Hoji

Capo 1

Dm Bb Gm A7

Dm         Bb
Note on my doorstep
        Gm           A7
Saying “it’s been forever”
  Dm            Bb
I followed your footsteps
         Gm       A7
And they led us together
    Bb           C
But don’t act so pleased
      F               Dm
Go on thinking you’re special
       Bb          Bb         C
Just because I’m attracted to you
                         Bb
It’s nothing new, really

            C
Boys, boys, boys
         F                        Dm      Bb
Give you just enough to leave you craving
            C
Boys, boys, boys
           F                           Dm
Then after just one touch there’s no escaping
Bb                       C                   F
All I wanna do is run my fingers through his hair
                          Dm                        Bb
And the pretty ones, they really got me gasping for air
             C
No, it’s not fair
     Bb                     C
Some people might think and say
     F                  Dm
That it’s not normal or that it’s strange
      Bb             C
But I really have no choice
            F
Boys, boys, boys

Dm           Bb                 
See just how simply
       Gm          A7
You’ve scored my attention
        Dm            Bb
Oh, but it’s not that easy
       Gm         A7
You’ve got thirty seconds
   Bb           C
So don’t get so smug
        F                 Dm
Walkin’ round like you’re something
              Bb       Bb              C     Bb
Boy, you’d be cuter if you just stayed quiet

            C
Boys, boys, boys
         F                        Dm      Bb
Give you just enough to leave you craving
            C
Boys, boys, boys
           F                           Dm
Then after just one touch there’s no escaping
Bb                       C                   F
All I wanna do is run my fingers through his hair
                          Dm                        Bb
And the pretty ones, they really got me gasping for air
             C
No, it’s not fair
     Bb                     C
Some people might think and say
     F                  Dm
That it’s not normal or that it’s strange
      Bb             C
But I really have no choice
            F    Bb
Boys, boys, boys

                     C
Some boys, they wait at the bar
        F                      Dm  Bb
Til I’m drunk enough and on my own
                C
I down a couple shots
             F                     Dm
So one could rescue me and take me home
Bb                       C                   F
All I wanna do is run my fingers through his hair
                   Dm                         Bb
And I wanna listen to him tell me how much he cares
          C
Then it’s fair
     Bb                     C
Some people might think and say
     F                  Dm
That it’s not normal or that it’s strange
      Bb             C
But I really have no choice
  Bb                     C
I really, really have no choice
Bb                C
Truly, deeply, no choice
            F
Boys, boys, boys.