[Intro]
 
A     A/Ab
I got troubled thoughts
        F#m            E
And the self-esteem to match
       D    D/C#       Bm   E         A
What a catch,   what a catch
 
 
[Verse 1]
 
A             A/Ab
You'll never catch us
        F#m        E
So just let me be
             D
Said I'll be fine
         D/C#                  F#m
Till the hospital or American Embassy
     D          E                F#m
Miss Flack said I still want you back
           D          E                F#m          A  Ab  G  F#
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back
 
 
[Chorus]
 
F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm             C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb    Bb/A     G      C
What a catch,    what a catch
 
 
              F
And all I can think of
F/E               Dm
Is the way I'm the one
                C
Who charmed the one
            Bb     Bb/A
Who gave up on you
            G      C       A  A/Ab  F#  E
Who gave up on you
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
SECOND VERSE THE SAME AS FIRST
 
 
A  G  F#m  F  E  F  F#m  C#m  D  E  F#m  G  F#m  F
 
 
A      A/Ab              F#m
I will never end up like him
          E               D
Behind my back, I already am
 
Keep a calendar
D/C#               B                 A  Ab G F#
This way you will always know
 
 
[Chorus]
 
F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm             C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb    Bb/A         G         C
What a catch,    what a catch
               F
And all I can think of
F/E               Dm
Is the way I'm the one
                C
Who charmed the one
            Bb     Bb/A
Who gave up on you
            G      C
Who gave up on you
 
During the ending, play the chords for the chorus.
 
Where is your boy tonight?
 
I hope he is a gentleman
 
Maybe he won't find out what I know
 
You were the last good thing
 
We're going down, down in an earlier round
 
And sugar, we're goin' down swinging
 
Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime
 
Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead
 
Dance, this is the way they'd love
 
If they knew how misery loved me
 
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
 
This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race
 
One night and one more time
 
Thanks for the memories
 
Even though they weren't so great
 
He tastes like you, only sweeter
 
Growing up, growing up
 
 
[Outro]
 
F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm            C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb     Bb/A         Bb
What a catch,     what a catch