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4 = blow hole 4-4 = draw hole 4’ = bend
E-le-va-tor but-tons and mor-ning air.
Stran-ger's si-lence makes me
wan-na take the stairs.
If you were here,
we'd laugh a-bout their va-cant stares.
But right now,
my time is theirs.
Seems like there's al-ways
some-one who dis-a-pproves.
They'll judge it like they
know a-bout me and you.
And the ver-dict comes from those
with no-thing else to do.
The jur-y's out,
my choice is you.
So don't you wor-ry your pret-ty li-ttle mind.
Pe-ople throw rocks at things that shine.
And life makes love look ha-rd.
The stakes are high,
the wa-ter's rough.
But this love is ours.
You ne-ver know what peo-ple
have up their sleeves.
Ghosts from your past gon-na jump out at me.
Lur-king in the sha-dows with their
lip gloss smiles.
But I don't care.
Cause right now you're mine.
And you'll say
don't you wor-ry your pret-ty li-ttle mind.
Pe-ople throw rocks at things that shine.
And life makes love look ha-rd.
The stakes are high,
the wa-ter's rough.
But this love is ours.
And it's not theirs to spe-cu-late
if it's wrong and
your hands are tough.
But they are where mine be-long in.
I'll fight their doubt,
and give you faith with this song for you.
Cause I love the gap be-tween your teeth.
And I love the rid-dles that you speak.
And a-ny snide re-marks from my fa-ther
a-bout your tat-toos
will be ig-nored.
Cause my heart is yours.
So don't you wor-ry your pret-ty li-ttle mind.
Pe-ople throw rocks at things that shine.
And life makes love look ha-rd.
And don't you wor-ry your pret-ty li-ttle mind.
Pe-ople throw rocks at things that shine.
But they can't take what's ou-rs.
They can't take what's ou-rs.
The stakes are high,
the wa-ter's rough.
But this love is ours.