(A) (E/Ab)
I got troubled thoughts
(F#m) (E)
And the self-esteem to match
(D) (C#m) (D) (A)
What a catch, what a catch
Verse 1:
(A) (E/Ab)
You\'ll never catch us
(F#m) (E)
So just let me be
(D)
Said I\'ll be fine
(C#m) (D) (E)
Till the hospital or American Embassy
(D) (E) (F#m)
Miss Flack said I still want you back
(D) (E) (F#m)
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) (Am) (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) (Am)
Who gave up on you
(Bb) (C)
Who gave up on you
Verse 2: Same as Verse 1
They say the captain
Goes down with the ship
So, when the world ends
Will God go down with it?
Miss Flack said I still want you back
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) (Am) (C)
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
(F/E) (Dm)
Is the way I\'m the one
(C)
Who charmed the one
(Bb) (Am)
Who gave up on you
(Bb) (C)
Who gave up on you
(A)
What a catch
(E/Ab)
What a catch
(F#m)
What a catch
(E)
What a catch
(A) (E/Ab) (F#m)
I will never end up like him
(E) (D)
Behind my back, I already (Am)
Keep a calendar
(C#m) (D) (E)
This way you will always know
Chorus:
(F) (F/E)
I got troubled thoughts
(Dm) (C)
And the self-esteem to match
(Bb) (Am) (C)
What a catch, what a catch
And all I can think of
(F/E) (Dm)
Is the way I\'m the one
(C)
Who charmed the one
(Bb) (Am)
Who gave up on you
(Bb) (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
(F) (F/E)
I got troubled thoughts
(Dm) (C)
And the self-esteem to match
(Bb) (Am) (Bb)
What a catch, what a catch