Tone gốc: C
Taylor Swift
A pebble that we picked up C last July
Does it ever miss WickC low sometimes? F Ooh …C Dm C
I find myself C running home to your sweet F nothings
Outside they’re push and shoC ving you’re in the kitchen humDm ming
All that you ever wanted C from me was sweet nothing
This happens all the time F Ooh …C Dm C
I find myself C running home to your Sweet nothings
All that you ever wanted from C me was… nothing
And Dm smooth-talking hucksters out C glad-handing each other
And the F voices that implore “You C should be doing more”
To Dm you I can admit that C I’m just too soft for all of it
I find myself Am running home to your sweet F nothings
Outside they’re push and shoG ving you’re in the kitchen humC ming
All that you ever wanted Am from me was sweet nothing