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                      WHAT A CATCH DONNIE - Fall Out Boy
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Tabbed by: James (jspencer1986)
Email: jspencer1986@hotmail.com

Tuning: Standard


A     A/Ab
I got troubled thoughts
        F#m            E
And the self-esteem to match
       D    D/C#       Bm   E         A
What a catch,   what a catch

Verse 1:
A             A/Ab
You'll never catch us
        F#m        E
So just let me be
             D
Said I'll be fine
         D/C#                  F#m
Till the hospital or American Embassy
     D          E                F#m
Miss Flack said I still want you back
           D          E                F#m          A  Ab  G  F#
Yeah, Miss Flack said I still want you back

Chorus:
F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm             C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb    Bb/A     G      C
What a catch,    what a catch


              F
And all I can think of
F/E               Dm
Is the way I'm the one
                C
Who charmed the one
            Bb     Bb/A
Who gave up on you
            G      C       A  A/Ab  F#  E
Who gave up on you


SECOND VERSE THE SAME AS FIRST


A  G  F#m  F  E  F  F#m  C#m  D  E  F#m  G  F#m  F  


A      A/Ab              F#m
I will never end up like him
          E               D
Behind my back, I already am
       
Keep a calendar
D/C#               B                 A  Ab G F#
This way you will always know

Chorus:
F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm             C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb    Bb/A         G         C
What a catch,    what a catch
               F
And all I can think of
F/E               Dm
Is the way I'm the one
                C
Who charmed the one
            Bb     Bb/A
Who gave up on you
            G      C
Who gave up on you

During the ending, play the chords for the chorus.

Where is your boy tonight?

I hope he is a gentleman

Maybe he won't find out what I know

You were the last good thing

We're going down, down in an earlier round

And sugar, we're goin' down swinging

Dance, dance, we're falling apart to halftime

Dance, dance, and these are the lives you'd love to lead

Dance, this is the way they'd love

If they knew how misery loved me

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms race

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

He tastes like you, only sweeter

Growing up, growing up


F     F/E
I got troubled thoughts
        Dm            C
And the self-esteem to match
       Bb     Bb/A         Bb
What a catch,     what a catch