(The ending)
Where is your boy tonight?
I hope he is a gentleman Maybe he
Down, down in an earlier round
And sugar were down swinging. Ill be your
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
Dance, dance, these are the lives you would lead
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they
Growing up, growing up
(On This part do like the song and strum the strings once for each (except C), it
sounds better that way)
I got troubled thoughts
Dm C (only exception, strum twice)
And the self-esteem to match
What a catch, what a catch