Amy Amy Amy - Amy Winehouse

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Tuning: Cm, E A D G B E

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[Intro]
   (x4)
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Am  D (x3) Am 

N.C. 


[Verse]
         
 At-tract me,


           
 'Till it hurt

          
s to concen-tr

ate.
         
 Dis-tract me;

 
           
 Stop me doin'

      
 work I hate.

           
 Just to show 

           
him how it fee

           
ls; I walk pas

            
t his desk in 


heels.
           
 One leg resti

           
ng on the chai

           
r, from the si

            
de he pulls my

 
 hair.


         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Although I've

            
 been here be-


fore,
         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 He's just too

          
 hard to ig-no

re.

           
 Mascu-line, y

           
ou spin a spel

           
l, I think you

         
'd wear me wel

l.

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Where's my mo

      
ral parallel?


         
 It takes me,


           
 Half an hour 

         
to write a ver

se.
         
 He makes me,


           
I-magine it fr

        
om bad to wors

e.

           
My weakness fr

           
om the other s

           
ex, every time

            
 his shoulders

 
 flex.
           
The way the sh

            
irt hangs off 

    
his back,
           
My train of th

            
ought spins ri

        
ght off track.


         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Although I've

            
 been here be-


fore,
         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 He's just too

          
 hard to ig-no

re.

           
 Mascu-line, y

           
ou spin a spel

           
l, I think you

         
'd wear me wel

l.

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Where's my mo

      
ral parallel?

         
 His own style

 
,
           
 Right down to

          
 his Diesel je

ans.
       
 Im-mo-bile;
           
 I can't think

      
 by any means.

           
 Under-wear pe

           
eks out the to

            
p; I'll let yo

            
u know where y

         
ou should stop

.
           
 From the pict

           
ure my mind dr

           
ew, I know I'd

            
 look good on 


you.


         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Although I've

            
 been here be-


fore,
         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 He's just too

          
 hard to ig-no

re.

           
 Mascu-line, y

           
ou spin a spel

           
l, I think you

         
'd wear me wel

l.

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

    
y),
           
 Where's my mo

      
ral parallel?


          
 Creative ener

              
gy abused, all

              
 my lyrics go 

         
unused.
           
And when I clo

            
ck black hair,

               
 blue eyes,
           
 I drift off; 

             
I fanta-sise.

[Interlude]

   (x4)


         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Although I've

            
 been here be-


fore,
         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 He's just too

          
 hard to ig-no

re.

           
 Mascu-line, y

           
ou spin a spel

           
l, I think you

         
'd wear me wel

l.

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Where's my mo

            
ral parallel?

[Chorus 5]

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Although I've

            
 been here be-


fore,
         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 He's just too

          
 hard to ig-no

re.

           
 Mascu-line, y

           
ou spin a spel

           
l, I think you

         
'd wear me wel

l.

         
 (Amy, Amy, Am

   
y),
           
 Where's my mo

      
ral parallel?

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