[Intro]
D7
My hair is high, coke is cheap
N.C.
It's a great time to be alive
Fmaj7 Dm7
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended
Bb C7
And women belong in the kitchen
[Verse 1]
Fmaj7 Dm7
We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
Gm7
You'd go to work and I'd stay home
C7
And sing and do fun things
F
I might get a little slap-slap
Dm7
But you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat
Gm7
Don't fuckin' text me at 2 AM sayin'
C7
"Where you at, at?"
N.C.
Boy, fuck you
[Pre-Chorus]
Am7 Dm7 Am7
You'd handwrite me letters when you went away
Dm7 Bb
You'd make me feel better, you'd know what to say
And maybe you'd still be a ho
N.C.
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know
[Chorus]
Fmaj7
I want you to love me
Dm7 Gm7
(Hair up high, hair up high)
C7 Fmaj7
Like it's 1965
Dm7 Gm7 C7
(Hair up high) Oh-oh (Hair up high)
Fmaj7 Dm7 Gm7
I want you to want me
C7 Fmaj7 Dm7
I think I'd give up a few rights
Gm7
If you would just love me
C7 (Fmaj7)
Like it's 1965
[Interlude]
Fmaj7 Dm7 Gm7 C7
[Verse 2]
Fmaj7 Dm7
You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask me
Gm7 C7
What I am doing an hour half past three
Fmaj7 Dm7
We'd go to diners and movies and such
Gm7 N.C.
We'd just hold hands and I'd love every touch and
[Pre-Chorus]
Am7 Dm7
I would be twenty and it'd be acceptable
Am7
For you to be forty
Dm7 Bb
And that is fucked up, I know
But at least you wouldn't drive off
Before I get in the fuckin' door
N.C.
You fuckin' fuck, fuck you
[Chorus]
Fmaj7
I want you to love me
Dm7 Gm7
(Hair up high, hair up high)
C7 Fmaj7
Like it's 1965
Dm7 Gm7 C7
(Hair up high) Oh-oh (Hair up high)
Fmaj7 Dm7 Gm7
I want you to want me
C7 Fmaj7 Dm7
I think I'd give up a few rights
Gm7
If you would just love me
C7 Fmaj7
Like it's 1965
[Outro]
Dm7 Bb
I guess Bud Light didn't exist
C7
Fuck, and I guess movies didn't exist
Fmaj7 Bb
Maybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline but
C7 Fmaj7
I'm sure about you are mine and I am yours
Dm7
And I'd have nine daughters
Bb
And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet
C7 Fmaj7
I love that movie, fuck
Dm7 Gm7 C7 F
But oh, woah, we'd read a lot of books, ahh-la
My hair is high, coke is cheap, it's a great time to be alive
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen
We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
You'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun things
I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat
Don't fucking text me at 2 a.m. sayin', "Where you at, at?" Boy, fuck you
You'd handwrite me letters when you went away
You'd make me feel better, you'd know what to say
And maybe you'd still be a ho
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me like it's 1965
You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing an hour half past 3
We'd go to diners and movies and such
We'd just hold hands and I'd love every touch
And I would be twenty, and it'd be acceptable
For you to be forty, and that is fucked up, I know
But at least you wouldn't drive off before I get in the fucking door
You fucking fuck, fuck you
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I want you to want me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me like it's 1965
I guess Bud Light didn't exist
Fuck, and I guess movies didn't exist
Maybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, but
I'm sure about you are mine and I am yours
And I'd fight matadors
And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck
But oh, we could read a lot of books
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