Boys, Boys, Boys taby ukulele według Hoji

Capo 1

D#m B G#m A#7

D#m         B
Note on my doorstep
        G#m           A#7
Saying “it’s been forever”
  D#m            B
I followed your footsteps
         G#m       A#7
And they led us together
    B           C#
But don’t act so pleased
      F#               D#m
Go on thinking you’re special
       B          B         C#
Just because I’m attracted to you
                         B
It’s nothing new, really

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

D#m           B                 
See just how simply
       G#m          A#7
You’ve scored my attention
        D#m            B
Oh, but it’s not that easy
       G#m         A#7
You’ve got thirty seconds
   B           C#
So don’t get so smug
        F#                 D#m
Walkin’ round like you’re something
              B       B              C#     B
Boy, you’d be cuter if you just stayed quiet

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

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