Race(Chords)

	        
 

Intro: E Am 

Verse: 
E                   
Sweet sweet hold you gently have over me 
           Am 
Caught me with your eyes and lips like sweet honey 
    E 
Too bad I'm not as sweet as her honey tastes 
           Am                 Dm 
Cause the average girl simply won that race 

     E 
That race you kept on giving me 
        Am 
Left me hanging wanting more till you broke free 
     E 
Bet shes sweet but not as sweet as I could've been 
           Am                    Dm 
girls like her come and go like the boring wind 

 
            Am 
But I'm the type that stays  
                                     E 
with your heart and my heart in many different ways 
                            Am                                                E 
I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night 
                    Am 
sorry if that isn't good enough 
                       E 
confusion has become a little rough 
                            Am 
and I'll be on you like the clothes you wear 
                                E 
and run my fingers through your curled gelled hair 
                        Am                 Dm                    E 
but for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home 



Verse: 
E 
Hands so purple,  

from the knuckle aches, 

it's 'cause they,  
Am 
create fragile hearts to break.  

   
      E 
But a player, will soon see that  

his karma goes bad, 
         Am 
when the girl that he wants, 
     Dm 
stabs him in the back 

 
            Am 
But I'm the type that stays  
                                     E 
with your heart and my heart in many different ways 
                            Am                                                E 
I call you making sure that you're alright in the day or in the middle of the night 
                    Am 
sorry if that isn't good enough 
                       E 
confusion has become a little rough 
                            Am 
and I'll be on you like the clothes you wear 
                                E 
and run my fingers through your curled gelled hair 
                        Am                 Dm                   E 
but for now ill let the race be won by the girl without a boy at home