Standard tuning, 3rd fret.
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G]
Waking[C] up to the [G]morning through my[C] fishbowl
And I [G]worry is she s[C]leeping? Is she b[G]reathing? Is s[C]he dead?[G]
And would I [C]be a better [G]mother to a [C]kitty
Or a [G]puppy, or chim[C]panzees, or [G]maybe to your [C]baby
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willing, Lord [C]willing[Em]
If I'm a[G]live this time to[C]morrow
I'll have [G]lots more time to [Em]kill
and maybe we could [G]rearrange my [C]furniture
to make [D]lots more room to [G]fill
Whoa [C]yeah [G][C][G][C][G][C][G]
You and [C]I we lay like [G]fireflies re[C]tired from those [G]summer nights
All [C]bottled up as [G]victims of our [C]child's play[G]
And when we [C]laugh these walls ar[G]e muted by our e[C]xistence
Should I [G]be a bit more per[C]sistent when I [G]ask you to stay [C]over?
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willing, you're [C]willing[Em]
You are the [G]only one that [C]matters
And the [G]only one who [Em]knows
Every [G]inch of my per[C]imeter
From my f[G]ingers to my [Em]toes
And I don't know [G]where we'll be to[C]morrow
But I [G]have one guaran[Em]tee
For these [G]arms once held ma[C]lignancy
You [D]know that I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to follow you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to call [G]you home
Intro:
[G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G] [C] [G]
Waking[C] up to the [G]morning through my[C] fishbowl
And I [G]worry is she s[C]leeping? Is she b[G]reathing? Is s[C]he dead?[G]
And would I [C]be a better [G]mother to a [C]kitty
Or a [G]puppy, or chim[C]panzees, or [G]maybe to your [C]baby
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willi[C]ng
Lord [G]willing, Lord [C]willing[Em]
If I'm a[G]live this time to[C]morrow
I'll have [G]lots more time to [Em]kill
and maybe we could [G]rearrange my [C]furniture
to make [D]lots more room to [G]fill
Whoa [C]yeah [G][C][G][C][G][C][G]
You and [C]I we lay like [G]fireflies re[C]tired from those [G]summer nights
All [C]bottled up as [G]victims of our [C]child's play[G]
And when we [C]laugh these walls ar[G]e muted by our e[C]xistence
Should I [G]be a bit more per[C]sistent when I [G]ask you to stay [C]over?
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willi[C]ng
If you're [G]willing, you're [C]willing[Em]
You are the [G]only one that [C]matters
And the [G]only one who [Em]knows
Every [G]inch of my per[C]imeter
From my f[G]ingers to my [Em]toes
And I don't know [G]where we'll be to[C]morrow
But I [G]have one guaran[Em]tee
For these [G]arms once held ma[C]lignancy
You [D]know that I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to follow you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to take you [G]home
I'm wil[C]ling, I'm wil[G]ling
I'm wil[C]ling to call [G]you home
