Capo 3
Hook
If I could [C]write you a [Bm]song,
And make you [Em]fall in love,
I would a[C]lready h[Bm]ave you up un[Em]der my arm.
I used up [C]all my [Bm]tricks,
I hope that [Em]you like this.
But you p[C]probably [Bm]won't,
You think you're c[Em]cooler than me.
Verse 1
You got d[C]designer s[Bm]shades,
Just to [Em]hide your face and
You w[C]wear them [Bm]around like,
You're c[Em]cooler than me.
And you n[C]never say[Bm]say hey,
Or r[Em]remember my name. and
It's p[C]probably [Bm]cause,
you think you're c[Em]cooler than me.
Verse 1
You got [C]your hot cro[Bm]crowd,
[Em]Shoes on your feet,
And you w[C]wear them [Bm]around,
Like they a[Em]aint shit.
But you d[C]don't [Bm]know,
The w[Em]way that you look,
When your s[C]steps
Make. T[Bm]That. Much. No[Em]Noise… Shh
Pre-chorus
See I [C]got [Bm]you,
All f[Em]figured out,
You need e[C]everyone's [Bm]eyes just to f[Em]feel seen.
Girl, yo[C]you're so [Bm]vain,
You p[Em]probably think
that this s[C]song is [Bm]about you.
D[Em]Don't you? Don't you?