John Cooper Clarke, Arctic Monkeys
Ab, Bb, C, Cm, Eb, F, Fm, G, Gm
I wanna be a vacuum cleaner, breathe in your dust
I wanna be a Ford Cortina, I'll never rust
If you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot
You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours.
The secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.
Maybe, I just wanna be yours.
I wanna be your lecky meter. I will never run out.
I wanna be your portable heater, that you'll get cold without.
Wanna be your setting lotion, hold your hair in deep devotion.
At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean, I wanna be yours.
The secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.
Maybe, I just wanna be yours.