Chords for I Met a Girl
Tempo:
124.7 bpm
Chords used:
G
Ab
A
F
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those half-hearted valentines measurements.
I love you to the tune of 600 grams of chocolate and 12 red roses that'll be dead in a few
days.
I hope that's not a metaphor.
And I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those gift card caricatures.
Love
is not leaving the toilet seat up, or putting out your bins before you put your feet [A] up,
or only present when things physically heat up.
Now I'm talking about love that's liable
to leave your heart beat up to a pulp as you daily take a gulp of the joyous and [G] terrifying
reality that is true love.
Love not built on self-preservation, or [Gm] self-gratification,
or anything selfish at its [F] foundation.
[Ab] Other person-centered love that's a reflection of
the one who created it.
But this young man's struggle is that every time I switch on my TV or step outside [N] my
front door, I feel like a one-man army on the front line of a battle with a world that
doesn't believe in love.
Because these are the days where pornography murders romance,
and if you believe in one guy, one girl, one flesh for life, they'll tell you no chance.
And if you want to learn about chivalry, any lad's mag is a no-go.
They want us hopping
from bed to bed like we're travelling on a pogo stick.
And if I'm honest, it kind of makes me sick because we've not liberated ourselves.
We've
cheapened, abused and domesticated the most powerful expression we ever had.
So I'll stand
against the tide, look this girl straight in the eye and tell her everything.
When I'm with you I want to say something profound.
My love for you is my pericardium,
every inch of my heart does it surround.
And when I see you smile, it makes me want [D] to
do cartwheels.
And that's not just a [Ab] turn of phrase to earn your praise, [E] I mean, I'll
learn to do cartwheels just to show you how my heart feels.
I want to grow old with you, share a hand-in-hand hold with you, take off my coat when it's
cold for you.
You've got me wanting to write one of those all-or-nothing acoustic singer-songwriter
choruses.
You're my [Ab] sunshine on a rainy day, sweet raindrops on a sunny day, and my pain
stops when you come my [Gb] way, but my brain rots when you run away.
Except that's not quite true, I mean, I care a lot for you, but you'll never be the centre
of my universe.
That place is taken by the one who's always been the centre of the universe.
And I can't find my identity in the one I'm meant to be with, though I'd love to find
the identity of the one I'm meant to be with.
And [D] if the one I'm meant to be with is you,
honestly, it'd [F] be a dream come true and [A] I'd love to see [G] you grow to be more beautiful
in your [Gb] seventies than you are in your twenties.
And I'd love us to be rich beyond our wildest
dreams even if that means living in abject poverty because I believe in riches beyond
just [G] diamond bracelets, and I believe in beauty beyond another facelift.
So I'd like to thank
you for being the catalyst for a thousand heartfelt words, but most of all, I'd like
to thank God for reminding me that I still believe in love.
I love you to the tune of 600 grams of chocolate and 12 red roses that'll be dead in a few
days.
I hope that's not a metaphor.
And I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those gift card caricatures.
Love
is not leaving the toilet seat up, or putting out your bins before you put your feet [A] up,
or only present when things physically heat up.
Now I'm talking about love that's liable
to leave your heart beat up to a pulp as you daily take a gulp of the joyous and [G] terrifying
reality that is true love.
Love not built on self-preservation, or [Gm] self-gratification,
or anything selfish at its [F] foundation.
[Ab] Other person-centered love that's a reflection of
the one who created it.
But this young man's struggle is that every time I switch on my TV or step outside [N] my
front door, I feel like a one-man army on the front line of a battle with a world that
doesn't believe in love.
Because these are the days where pornography murders romance,
and if you believe in one guy, one girl, one flesh for life, they'll tell you no chance.
And if you want to learn about chivalry, any lad's mag is a no-go.
They want us hopping
from bed to bed like we're travelling on a pogo stick.
And if I'm honest, it kind of makes me sick because we've not liberated ourselves.
We've
cheapened, abused and domesticated the most powerful expression we ever had.
So I'll stand
against the tide, look this girl straight in the eye and tell her everything.
When I'm with you I want to say something profound.
My love for you is my pericardium,
every inch of my heart does it surround.
And when I see you smile, it makes me want [D] to
do cartwheels.
And that's not just a [Ab] turn of phrase to earn your praise, [E] I mean, I'll
learn to do cartwheels just to show you how my heart feels.
I want to grow old with you, share a hand-in-hand hold with you, take off my coat when it's
cold for you.
You've got me wanting to write one of those all-or-nothing acoustic singer-songwriter
choruses.
You're my [Ab] sunshine on a rainy day, sweet raindrops on a sunny day, and my pain
stops when you come my [Gb] way, but my brain rots when you run away.
Except that's not quite true, I mean, I care a lot for you, but you'll never be the centre
of my universe.
That place is taken by the one who's always been the centre of the universe.
And I can't find my identity in the one I'm meant to be with, though I'd love to find
the identity of the one I'm meant to be with.
And [D] if the one I'm meant to be with is you,
honestly, it'd [F] be a dream come true and [A] I'd love to see [G] you grow to be more beautiful
in your [Gb] seventies than you are in your twenties.
And I'd love us to be rich beyond our wildest
dreams even if that means living in abject poverty because I believe in riches beyond
just [G] diamond bracelets, and I believe in beauty beyond another facelift.
So I'd like to thank
you for being the catalyst for a thousand heartfelt words, but most of all, I'd like
to thank God for reminding me that I still believe in love.
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_ _ _ I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those half-hearted valentines measurements.
I love you to the tune of 600 grams of chocolate and 12 red roses that'll be dead in a few
days.
I hope that's not a metaphor.
And I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those gift card caricatures.
Love
is not leaving the toilet seat up, or putting out your bins before you put your feet [A] up,
or only present when things physically heat up.
Now I'm talking about love that's liable
to leave your heart beat up to a pulp as you daily take a gulp of the joyous and [G] terrifying
reality that is true love.
Love not built on self-preservation, or [Gm] self-gratification,
or anything selfish at its [F] foundation.
[Ab] Other person-centered love that's a reflection of
the one who created it.
But this young man's struggle is that every time I switch on my TV or step outside [N] my
front door, I feel like a one-man army on the front line of a battle with a world that
doesn't believe in love.
Because these are the days where pornography murders romance,
and if you believe in one guy, one girl, one flesh for life, they'll tell you no chance.
And if you want to learn about chivalry, any lad's mag is a no-go.
They want us hopping
from bed to bed like we're travelling on a pogo stick.
And if I'm honest, it kind of makes me sick because we've not liberated ourselves.
We've
cheapened, abused and domesticated the most powerful expression we ever had.
So I'll stand
against the tide, look this girl straight in the eye and tell her everything.
When I'm with you I want to say something profound.
My love for you is my pericardium,
every inch of my heart does it surround.
And when I see you smile, it makes me want [D] to
do cartwheels.
And that's not just a [Ab] turn of phrase to earn your praise, [E] I mean, I'll
learn to do cartwheels just to show you how my heart feels.
I want to grow old with you, share a hand-in-hand hold with you, take off my coat when it's
cold for you.
You've got me wanting to write one of those all-or-nothing acoustic singer-songwriter
choruses. _
You're my [Ab] sunshine on a rainy day, sweet raindrops on a sunny day, and my pain
stops when you come my [Gb] way, but my brain rots when you run away.
Except that's not quite true, I mean, I care a lot for you, but you'll never be the centre
of my universe.
That place is taken by the one who's always been the centre of the universe.
And I can't find my identity in the one I'm meant to be with, though I'd love to find
the identity of the one I'm meant to be with.
And [D] if the one I'm meant to be with is you,
honestly, it'd [F] be a dream come true and [A] I'd love to see [G] you grow to be more beautiful
in your [Gb] seventies than you are in your twenties.
And I'd love us to be rich beyond our wildest
dreams even if that means living in abject poverty because I believe in riches beyond
just [G] diamond bracelets, and I believe in beauty beyond another facelift.
So I'd like to thank
you for being the catalyst for a thousand heartfelt words, but most of all, I'd like
to thank God for reminding me that I still believe in love. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
I love you to the tune of 600 grams of chocolate and 12 red roses that'll be dead in a few
days.
I hope that's not a metaphor.
And I met a girl who reminds me of believing love beyond those gift card caricatures.
Love
is not leaving the toilet seat up, or putting out your bins before you put your feet [A] up,
or only present when things physically heat up.
Now I'm talking about love that's liable
to leave your heart beat up to a pulp as you daily take a gulp of the joyous and [G] terrifying
reality that is true love.
Love not built on self-preservation, or [Gm] self-gratification,
or anything selfish at its [F] foundation.
[Ab] Other person-centered love that's a reflection of
the one who created it.
But this young man's struggle is that every time I switch on my TV or step outside [N] my
front door, I feel like a one-man army on the front line of a battle with a world that
doesn't believe in love.
Because these are the days where pornography murders romance,
and if you believe in one guy, one girl, one flesh for life, they'll tell you no chance.
And if you want to learn about chivalry, any lad's mag is a no-go.
They want us hopping
from bed to bed like we're travelling on a pogo stick.
And if I'm honest, it kind of makes me sick because we've not liberated ourselves.
We've
cheapened, abused and domesticated the most powerful expression we ever had.
So I'll stand
against the tide, look this girl straight in the eye and tell her everything.
When I'm with you I want to say something profound.
My love for you is my pericardium,
every inch of my heart does it surround.
And when I see you smile, it makes me want [D] to
do cartwheels.
And that's not just a [Ab] turn of phrase to earn your praise, [E] I mean, I'll
learn to do cartwheels just to show you how my heart feels.
I want to grow old with you, share a hand-in-hand hold with you, take off my coat when it's
cold for you.
You've got me wanting to write one of those all-or-nothing acoustic singer-songwriter
choruses. _
You're my [Ab] sunshine on a rainy day, sweet raindrops on a sunny day, and my pain
stops when you come my [Gb] way, but my brain rots when you run away.
Except that's not quite true, I mean, I care a lot for you, but you'll never be the centre
of my universe.
That place is taken by the one who's always been the centre of the universe.
And I can't find my identity in the one I'm meant to be with, though I'd love to find
the identity of the one I'm meant to be with.
And [D] if the one I'm meant to be with is you,
honestly, it'd [F] be a dream come true and [A] I'd love to see [G] you grow to be more beautiful
in your [Gb] seventies than you are in your twenties.
And I'd love us to be rich beyond our wildest
dreams even if that means living in abject poverty because I believe in riches beyond
just [G] diamond bracelets, and I believe in beauty beyond another facelift.
So I'd like to thank
you for being the catalyst for a thousand heartfelt words, but most of all, I'd like
to thank God for reminding me that I still believe in love. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _