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Don't you dare say that
You'll braid my hair, babe
If you don't really care
Fm
You wanted me sadder
Eb
You wanted me sadder
Bb Ab
Fishtail, what's the matter? Ah-ah-ah
Fm
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Ab
Slip softly in terrain
Bb Ab
Not that smart, but I've got things to say
Fm
Palm trees in black and white
Eb
I like to watch them sway
Bb
You're so funny
Ab
I wish I could skinny dip inside your mind
Fm Eb Bb
Lately, I've been thinking about how things used to be
Ab Fm
Swinging in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree
Eb Bb
Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me
Ab
But lately I can see
Fm
You wanted me sadder (baby)
Eb
You wanted me sadder
Bb Ab
Can't you see?
Fm Eb
For me, you are the one and if I'm not the one for you
Bb Ab
Don't you say it
Fm Eb
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feeling hella rare
Bb
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
Ab
You'll braid my hair, babe
Fm Eb
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe
Bb
If you don't really care
Ab
You wanted me sadder
Fm
Dancing there in the hot, hot Sun
Eb
I know that we've got problems
Bb Ab
I plan to address them another day
Fm
Palm trees in black and white
Eb
I see in technicolor
Bb Ab
Maybe I'll take my glasses off
So I stop painting red flags
Fm
Green
Eb Bb
Lately, I've been sunning in the LA river bed
Ab Fm
Wearing nothing but the summer bruises on my knees
Eb Bb
I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me
Ab
But lately I can see
Fm
You wanted me sadder (baby)
Eb
You wanted me sadder
You wanted me sadder
Bb Ab
Can't you see?
Fm Eb
For me, you are the one and if I'm not the one for you
Bb Ab
Don't you say it
Fm Eb
I was on the stairs, Ella Fitzgerald in the air
Feeling hella rare
Bb
Baby, if you care
Baby, don't you dare say
Ab
You'll braid my hair, babe
Fm
Baby, if you care, then
(Don't you dare say that
You'll braid my hair, see)
Eb Bb Ab
Baby, don't you dare say that you really care
Eb Eb
Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair
Bb Ab
When you get home tonight if you don't really care
Fm Eb
Yeah, don't you dare say that
You'll braid my hair, babe
Bb Ab
If you don't really care, see, don't you braid my hair
Fm Eb Bb
If you're not coming home to me, mmm
Ab
You want someone sadder
Fm
Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou
Ab
Slip softly in terrain
Bb Ab
Not that smart, but I've got things to say
Written by Jack Antonoff / Lana Del Rey / A K / Ann Tomberlin