Am9 Yeah, Am9 yeah Am9uh,
two-step in the corridor
spinning Am9The greatest hits of
Hall & Oates open of chronic
smoke I know myCmaj7 time will
flee Gmaj7 But your D11heart don′t
stand a Am9chance Am9 it D11feels
like it's been farCmaj7 too
long, hmm Gmaj7 The D11moment
isE11 all that we Am9have my meter
should be up by the half AAm9
ticket is the least of my D11cares
so let me ask you Am9(Ooo) am I
Am9dreaming? mind on E11a tip of a
Am9cloud Am9or is it real as the
stone in your Cmaj7crown? Gmaj7Say,
ain′t D11nobody towing my Am9Jag Am9
don't it D11feel like it′s been
Cmaj7far too long, girl? Gmaj7
Your D11heart don't stand a Am9chance
I′m waiting for the white flag
You'reAm9 talking with the
blunt in yourD11 hand and won't
youE11 pass that? (Am9Ooo) I know,
in the Am9morning the sunlight
cover your Am9wounds, ha But
I′mAm9 hoping that I look the
same as theCmaj7 way you always
knew Baby, your Gmaj7course, I flew
but I′m D11not over what we Am9had
Am9 Don't it D11feel like E11it′s
been Cmaj7far too long, girl?
Gmaj7 your D11heart don't stand a chance