Apple taby ukulele według Julia Michaels

Intro:

C   Dm   G7 

Chorus:
                 C             Dm7                      G7 
Oh, I'd rather be  kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
         C                   C 
In your apartment on the weekends
           Dm                         G7 
Lift up my dress to see where you've been
              C                     C 
That's what I want and that's where I am
            Dm7                    G7 
Bite off an apple right from your fridge
              C                      C 
Come here and taste it right off my lips
            Dm               G7                   C 
Spill your emotions into my hands, That's what I want

Verse:
C  Dm7                G7       C 
I smell like a rose,  can I have you in doses?
C      Dm                 G7       C 
No, I don't wanna fight,  but I will if you like
C        Dm7               G7                   C 
I don't swim, I just dive,  right into those blue-green eyes
C      Dm                 G7        C                  C 
No, I don't wanna fight,  I just,  I just wanna be

Chorus:
           Dm7                       G7 
Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
         C                   C 
In your apartment on the weekends
           Dm                         G7 
Lift up my dress to see where you've been
              C                     C
That's what I want and that's where I am
            Dm7                    G7 
Bite off an apple right from your fridge
              C                     C 
Come here and taste it right off my lips
            Dm               G7                   C 
Spill your emotions into my hands, That's what I want

Verse 2:
C                   G7 
And da da da da da da
                 C                   C 
The shine in our eyes, this love is blind
Dm                G7                     C 
Let's not decide whether we're too far gone,'Cause I'd rather be

Chorus:
C           Dm7                       G7 
Kissing in Summer, somewhere in the sand
         C                   C 
In your apartment on the weekends
           Dm                         G7 
Lift up my dress to see where you've been
              C                     C 
That's what I want and that's where I am
            Dm7                    G7 
Bite off an apple right from your fridge
              C                      C 
Come here and taste it right off my lips
            Dm               G7                    C 
Spill your emotions into my hands, That's what I want

Outro:
C          Dm7    G7 
Oh oh, oh,    oh   oh  da-da-dumn
C 
That's what I
C              Dm     G7                 C 
Dum da-da-dum,   oh     That's what I