Lighten Up, Morrissey
[E]She won't go out with me, [D]no, she won't go out
Cause my [A]intellect's paper [E]thin
She won't go out with me, [D]no, she won't go out
Since my [A]intellect's not like [E]him
So, [G]lighten up, Morris[E]sey
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my biting wit bites like his
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my quick retort's quick as his
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
[D]Lighten up, lighten [E]up
[A]Lighten up, Morris[E]sey (repeat)
She won't have sex with me, no, she won't have sex
'Less it's done with a pseudonym
She won't do sport with me, no, she won't do sport
Says it's way, way too masculine, look at him
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up...
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
So, lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up...
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
Says my t-bone steak is at fault
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
With a murderer, pass the salt
Lighten up, lighten up...
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
[E]She won't go out with me, [D]no, she won't go out
Cause my [A]intellect's paper [E]thin
She won't go out with me, [D]no, she won't go out
Since my [A]intellect's not like [E]him
So, [G]lighten up, Morris[E]sey
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my biting wit bites like his
She won't hang out with me, no, she won't hang out
'Til my quick retort's quick as his
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
[D]Lighten up, lighten [E]up
[A]Lighten up, Morris[E]sey (repeat)
She won't have sex with me, no, she won't have sex
'Less it's done with a pseudonym
She won't do sport with me, no, she won't do sport
Says it's way, way too masculine, look at him
So, lighten up, Morrissey. Lighten up, lighten up
Lighten up, lighten up...
I got comparisons coming out my ears
And she never can hit the pause
If only Morrissey weren't so Morrisseyesque
She might overlook all my flaws
So, lighten up, Morrissey
Lighten up, lighten up...
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
Says my t-bone steak is at fault
She won't dine out with me, no, she won't dine out
With a murderer, pass the salt
Lighten up, lighten up...
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com