Ab, Bb, Cm, Eb, F, Fm
I know it sounds funny, but I just can't stand the pain
Girl, I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me, girl, you know I've done all I can
You see, you picked all on the borrow
Yeah, whoo, that's why I'm leaving
I wanna be high, so high, so high, so high, so high, so high, so high, so high, so high,
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know the things I do, all right
I wanna be free
Just me, oh baby
And these are like Sunday mornings