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Tom: Am
Intro: Am  D (x4)
Dm  G (x4)
Am  D (x3) Am (n.c)

Verse 1:

Am  D     Am  D
 At-tract me,
Am        D        Am     D
 'Till it hurts to concen-trate.
Am   D     Am  D
 Dis-tract me;
Am       D     Am     D
 Stop me doin' work I hate.

Dm       G        Dm     G
 Just to show him how it feels;
Dm      G        Dm      G
 I walk past his desk in heels.

Am       D       Am     D
 One leg resting on the chair,
Am        D       Am       D
 From the side he pulls my hair.

Chorus 1:

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am        D         Am      D
 Although I've been here be-fore,
Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D        Am    D
 He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Dm     G         Dm     G
 Mascu-line, you spin a spell,
Dm G           Dm      G
 I think you'd wear me well.

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D     Am (n.c)
 Wheres my moral parallel?

Verse 2:

Am  D     Am  D
 It takes me,
Am       D       Am      D
 Half an hour to write a verse,
Am  D     Am  D
 He makes me,
  Am     D       Am     D
I-magine it from bad to worse.

   Dm       G        Dm    G
My weakness from the other sex,
Dm     G        Dm        G
 Every time his shoulders flex.

    Am      D           Am      D
The way the shirt hangs off his back,
   Am       D             Am        D
My train of thought spins right off track.

Chorus 2:

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am        D         Am      D
 Although I've been here be-fore,
Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D        Am    D
 He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Dm     G         Dm     G
 Mascu-line, you spin a spell,
Dm G           Dm      G
 I think you'd wear me well.

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D     Am (n.c)
 Wheres my moral parallel?

Verse 3:

Am   D   Am     D
 His own style,
Am          D      Am     D
 Right down to his Deisel jeans.
Am  D  Am   D
 Im-mo-bile;
Am       D        Am  D
 I can't think by any means.

Dm     G          Dm      G
 Under-wear peeks out the top,
     Dm      G          Dm         G
I'll let you know where you should stop.

Am        D       Am      D
 From the picture my mind drew,
Am      D        Am      D
 I know I'd look good on you.

Chorus 3:

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am        D         Am      D
 Although I've been here be-fore,
Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D        Am    D
 He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Dm     G         Dm     G
 Mascu-line, you spin a spell,
Dm G           Dm      G
 I think you'd wear me well.

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D     Am (n.c)
 Wheres my moral parallel?

Break:

(n.c)
 Creative energy abused,
                        Dm  G
All my lyrics go unused.
    Dm     G           Dm         G
And when I clock black hair, blue eyes,

Dm  G, Dm  G

Dm       G      Dm    G     Dm  G
 I drift off; I fanta-size.

Interlude:

Am  D (x4)

Chorus 4:

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am        D         Am      D
 Although I've been here be-fore,
Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D        Am    D
 He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Dm     G         Dm     G
 Mascu-line, you spin a spell,
Dm G           Dm      G
 I think you'd wear me well.

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D     Am        D
 Wheres my moral parallel?

Chorus 5:

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am        D         Am      D
 Although I've been here be-fore,
Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D        Am    D
 He's just too hard to ig-nore.

Dm     G         Dm     G
 Mascu-line, you spin a spell,
Dm G           Dm      G
 I think you'd wear me well.

Am     D    Am    D
 (Amy, Amy, Amy),
Am         D     Am (n.c)
 Wheres my moral parallel?