| F# | B | F# | | Put your sweet lips a little | closer to the | phone |
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| C#7 | | Let’s pretend that we’re together all | alone |
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| F# | B | | I’ll tell the | man to turn the jukebox way down | low |
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| F# | C#7 | F# | | And you can | tell your friend there | with you she’ll have to | go |
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| C#7 | F# | B | F# | | Whisper to | me tell me | do you love me | true |
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| C#7 | | Or is she holding you the way I | do |
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| F# | B | | Though love is | blind make up your mind I’ve got to | know |
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| F# | C#7 | F# | | Should I | hang up or will you | tell her she’ll have to | go |
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| B | | You can’t | say the words I want to hear |
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| F# | | When you’re | holding someone’s hand |
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| B | | Do you | want me to answer yes or no |
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| F# | C#7 | | Darling | I will under | stand |
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