Verse 1 Em D Em It's like it always rains when I run my brain, D Em The chitter chatter's got me shattered, And I feel like I'm scattered now, D Em I'm battered, Knocked down to the concrete, D Em Because i'm cruising past that parking lot on seventeenth street, D Em That's where me and my girl locked in a backseat bliss, D Em I can't believe that all this bullshit started up with a kiss, D Em It's like all my dreams they turn into a life, D Em And now I'm feelin' like I'm sittin' on the edge of a knife! Bridge D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time, D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em* It's got me drinkin' and I'm thinkin' as I drive through the light, D* Starin' out through the windshield wipers, Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! Chorus G D C Judy that baby ain't got my eyes, F D I wonder whose eyes they is, yeah G D C Judy that baby ain't got my smile, F D I wonder whose smile that is, yeah Verse 2 Em D Shit had me fool proof, But I'm the fool with the proof, Em D It's just an urban legend if ya think that you'll be happy, Em D Em The truth is that la vida loca was all about you creepy sneakin', yeah yeah D Em D You got me drinkin' yo, You got the luscious johnson, You got the magic bone, Em D Em Now you don't get no money like the lawyer said on the phone, D Em D I come to ransack your shack, Your suburb, Your Cadillac, Full custody, Em I'll take it all back! Bridge D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time, D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em* I got the feelin' that I'm livin' at the scene of a crime, D* Starin' out through the windshield wipers, Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! Chorus G D C Judy that baby ain't got my eyes, F D I wonder whose eyes they is, yeah G D C Judy that baby ain't got my smile, F D I wonder whose smile that is, yeah Break Em D It's no use, Em D It's no use… Bridge D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em I wanna tell her that I love her but I don't all the time, D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em I got the feelin' like I'm livin' at the scene of a crime, D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em I coulda sworn that I was trippin' it was such a surprise, D Em Woah now woah hey woah say woah, D Em* And now my grip is kinda slippin' while my little one cries, D* Starin' out through the windshield wipers, Then it hits me like a shot from the sniper! Chorus G D C Judy that baby ain't got my eyes, F D I wonder whose eyes they is, yeah (Those eyes see) yeah, G D C Judy that baby ain't got my smile (Ain't got my smile), F D I wonder whose smile that is (I wonder) yeah, G D C Judy that baby ain't got my style (That baby),(That baby), F D I wonder whose style that is (Woah I wonder) yeah, G D C Judy that baby just ain't my child (It ain't my child), F D* I wonder whose child that is, C* I know it ain't mine… Outro Em It must be his, D Em His his his, D Em It must be his, D Em* Yeah…
