Tom: G
Intro: G D E D G D E D
G D E D
Would it bother you, to know his hands have been all over me?? yeah
G D E D
And would it bother you, to know I'll run to him next time you leave?? oh yeah
Am D
When you hit the road n disappear and leave me here
Am C
I'm not sure what you're doin' out there or who you're doin' it with
D
Oh you're probably at some sweet hotel with some groupie whore
C D
But what the hell or maybe that's just somethin' I tell myself
G D
When I run my nails down his back n he kisses me on my neck
C D
He fells me.. but it kills me
G Am
Such a bittersweet passion pain, I bite my lip not to scream your name
D G
Oh baby, I feel everything.. but guilty
G D
Would it bother you, to know he drinks your Southern Comfort when you're
E D
gone?? oh yeah
G D
And would it bother you, to know he picks up your guitar n plays your
E D
songs?? os yes he does
D C
And I wear your favorite shirt to bed, imagine that I'm with you instead,
but you're not here
No you're never here
C D
Oh you're probably in the back of your bus satisfying your one night lust
C D
or maybe, that's just something I tell myself
G D
When I run my nails down his back n he kisses me on my neck
C D
He fells me.. but it kills me
G Am
It's a bittersweet passionate pain, I bite my lip not to scream your name
D G D
Oh baby, I feel everything.. but guilty yeah.....
G D E D
Would it bother you, to know he says he's in love with me??
G D
When I run my nails down his back n he kisses me on my neck
C D
He fells me.. but it kills me
G Am
It's a bittersweet passion pain, I bite my lip not to scream your name
D G D
Oh baby, I feel everything.. but guilty .. oh, oh
G
Would it bother you....
