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Tom: G

Verso 1:
G                         Am                     F
Don't you think that it's boring how people talk
G                         Am                     F
Making smart with their words again, well I'm bored
                 G                             
Because I'm doing this for the thrill of it, killin' it
Am                                          F
Never not chasing a million things I want
            G
And I am only as young as the minute is full of it
Am                                                   F
Getting pumped up from the little bright things I bought
But I know they'll never own me
(Yeah)

Refrão:
G
Baby be the class clown
C                            Am
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
                                G
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
F                 C                               G
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
                                     Am
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)

Verso 2:
Pretty soon I'll be getting on my first plane
I'll see the veins of my city like they do in space
But my head's filling up with the wicked games, up in flames
How can I fuck with the fun again, when I'm known
And my boys trip me up with their heads again, loving them
Everything's cool when we're all in line, for the throne
But I know it's not forever
(Yeah)

Refrão:
G
Baby be the class clown
C                            Am
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
                                G
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
F                 C                               G
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
                                     Am
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)

Ponte:
It looked alright in the pictures (yeah)

Getting caught soft with the triple is it
I fall apart, with all my heart
And you can watch from your window
[laughs]
And you can watch from your window

Refrão:
G
Baby be the class clown
C                            Am
I'll be the beauty queen in tears
                                G
It's a new art form showing people how little we care (yeah)
F                 C                               G
We're so happy, even when we're smilin' out of fear
                                     Am
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)

And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
And talk it up like yeah (yeah)
Let's go down to the tennis court, and talk it up like yeah
(Yeah)