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Watsky - Sloppy Seconds
Rhythm-wise, many of the sections play the chords on the off-beats, which may be a bit tricky at first until
you get the hang of it; listen to the song to figure out where this happens and play along to get used to it.
Also, it may be easier to play of you put a capo on the 2nd fret and transpose this down 2 semitones (from
written as A major to written as G major).
Aside from that, enjoy. :)
[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
‘Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up somebody was unclipping your seat belt
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car
[Chorus 1]
Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
Hand-me-downs
Give me give me leftovers
Give me give me sloppy seconds
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
I don’t care where you’ve been
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
[Verse 2]
Show me somebody who says they got no baggage
I’ll show you somebody who’s got no story
Nothing gory means no glory
But baby please don’t bore me
We won’t know until we get there
The who or the what or the when, where
My favourite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it ‘til it’s threadbare
Bet on it
Every single person’s got a couple skeletons
So pretty soon in this room
It’ll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the elements
We all have our pitfalls
Beer’s flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their momma can hear the drama
That’s happening behind these thin walls
[Chorus 2]
Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
Leftovers (leftovers)
Sloppy seconds
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
I don’t care where you’ve been
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
I don’t care (cold pizza)
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Verse 3]
My pattern with women isn’t a flattering image
But I don’t want to run away because I said so
I don’t want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I’ll be giving you the side of me that I don’t let show
Everything in fashion that has ever happened
Always coming crashing down; better let go
But in a couple years it will be retro
You rock Marc Ecko, my shirts have the gecko
‘Cause in the past man, I was hopeless
But now’s when my little cousins look the dopest
(Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don’t need no tips
Fuck a five second rule
That’s a plan I never understood
It’s September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods
And there is not a single place that I would rather be
I’m fucked up just like you are, and you’re fucked up just like me
[Chorus 3]
Cold pizza (cold pizza)
Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)
Broken hearts
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
Hand-me-downs (hand-me-downs)
(A) D
Give me give me leftovers (leftovers)
(D)
Give me give me sloppy seconds
Give ‘em here, give ‘em here
I don’t care where you’ve been
How many miles, I still love you
[x2]
I don’t care (cold pizza)
Where you’ve been (tie-dye shirts)
How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you
I don’t care (hand-me-downs)
Where you’ve been (leftovers)
How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
[Outro]