(Ferguson/Pentland/Murphy/Scott) intro: C Cm C Cm C Cm C Cm G F G D Look through the music, there's a dancing girl F G D She can be broken in your hands F G F G She knows you're looking at her, but that's what scares her D You're in the space that she commands If she still likes you you might get a call She'll ask you why you stood and stared You will be hearing from her but that should scare you If she still likes you be prepared C Cm C Cm Pardon me for calling but I'm just checking in C Cm G You don't know who I am but I know where you've been C Cm C Cm You sit and tap your fingers when you should tap your phone C Cm G Tap all your resources until she leaves you alone G She leaves you alone SOLO: F G F G G | -------2--2---0--2-------------2--2--0--------------- | B | -3--1--------------0--0---3--1---------------3--1--3- | E | -----------------------------------------0----------- | F G F G F G | -0--2--2---2---------------2---2--0----------------2- | B | --------------0--0---3--1---------------3--1--3------ | E | -------------------------------------0--------------- | F G F G The girl's got nothing on you but that's what bugs you G D 'Cause you still let her get to you-hoo-hoo-oh-ho C Cm C Cm Pardon me for calling but I'm just checking in C Cm C Cm You don't know who I am but I know where you've been C Cm C Cm You sit and tap your fingers when you should tap your phone C Cm G Tap all your resources until she leaves you alone G She leaves you alone F G F G G | -------2--2---0--2-------------2--2--0--------------- | B | -3--1--------------0--0---3--1---------------3--1--3- | E | -----------------------------------------0----------- | F G F G G | -0--2--2---2---------------2---2--0----------------- | B | --------------0--0---3--1---------------3--1--3----- | E | -------------------------------------0-------------- | G D (bend down to a C# and come back up to D ) G | --------------------------------------- | B | ----3--1--3----3--1--3----3--1--3----3- | E | -0-----------0----------0-------------- | "Success as a result of industry is a peasant ideal." -Wallace Stevens.