Blurred Lines (Robin Thicke) (Pharrell Williams)

		
Intro: G

Everybody get up.

Instrumental: G | G | G | G

             D
   Hey, hey, hey,
   Hey, hey, hey,
                  D D/C D/H D/A
   Hey, hey, hey.

G
If you cant hear what Im tryna say,
If you cant read from the same page,
D
Maybe Im going deaf,
Maybe Im going blind,
                     D D/C D/H D/A
Maybe Im out of my mind.

 G
   Okay, now, he was close,
   Tried to domesticate you.
   But youre an animal;
   Baby, its in your nature.
 D
   Just let me liberate you.
   You dont need no papers.
   That man is not your maker.
       D/C        D/H      D/A    G
   And thats why Im gon take a good girl.

Chorus:
     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              D
     Youre a good girl.
     Cant let it get past me.
     Youre far from plastic.
           D/C          D/H
     Talk about getting blasted.
       D/A        G
     I hate these blurred lines.

     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  D
     But youre a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
         D/C       D/H  D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

G
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on?
What do we need steam for?
                                 D
Youre the hottest bitch in this place.
I feel so lucky.
You wanna hug me.
                           | D D/C D/H D/A
What rhymes with "hug me"?

 G
   Okay, now, he was close,
   Tried to domesticate you.
   But youre an animal;
   Baby, its in your nature.
 D
   Just let me liberate you.
   You dont need no papers.
   That man is not your maker.
       D/C        D/H      D/A    G
   And thats why Im gon take a good girl.

Chorus:
     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              D
     Youre a good girl.
     Cant let it get past me.
     Youre far from plastic.
     Talk about getting blasted.
                  G
     I hate these blurred lines.

     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  D
     But youre a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
         D/C       D/H    D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

G
One thing I ask of you:
Let me be the one you back that ass into, yo,
From Malibu to Caribou.
Yeah, had a bitch but she aint bad as you.
  D
So, hit me up when youre passing through.
Ill give you something big enough to tear your ass in two.
Swag on, even when you dress casual.
            D/C          D/H  D/A
I mean its not almost unbearable.
    G
Then, honey, youre not there when I
Come across that bitch; you pass me by.
Nothing like your last guy; he too square for you.
He dont smack that ass and pull your hair like that.
    D
So I jail watch, hand wave
For you to salute, but you didn't pick.
Not many women can refuse this pimpin.
                D/C               D/H     D/A
Im a nice guy, but you get it if you get with me.

G
Shake the vibe,
Get down,
Get up.
              D
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt.
What you doing like word?
     | D D/C D/H D/A
Hey!

 G
   Baby, can you breathe?
   I got this from Jamaica.
   It always works for me,
   Dakota to Dakata.
 D
   No more pretending,
   Cause now youre winning.
   Heres our beginning.
     D/C    D/H  D/A G
   I always wanted a good girl.

Chorus:
     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              D
     Youre a good girl.
     Cant let it get past me.
     Youre far from plastic.
           D/C          D/H
     Talk about getting blasted.
       D/A        G
     I hate these blurred lines.

     G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  D
     But youre a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
         D/C       D/H    D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

G
Everybody get up.
Everybody get up.
          D
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey

Instrumental: D D/C D/H D/A | G
	

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