Intro: Am (x2)F (x2) C (x2) G (x2) Am (x2) F (x2) Dm (x2) G (x1)

Am*                 F*            C*                                G*
  These chords make her so happy, especially when he plays them that way
Am*                   F*            C*                    G*
  What she says makes him so happy, complimenting him all day
               Am   F          C         G
  Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
               Am   F             C                         G
  Well I don't love you, but your words make me feel like I belong

Am*               F*
  She begs him to keep playing these chords
       C*                         G*
  even though he and they may get a little tired
Am*                  F*                                    C*
  And he employs her to keep saying that stuff because her hollow words are
              G*
  keeping him inspired
               Am   F          C         G
  Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
               Am   F               C
  Well I don't love you, but you'll do as an
       G
  adequate muse

Am*               F*                C*
  Well I love the opticians, 'cause it's not your fault if
       G*
  your eyes are bad
Am*                   F*       C*
  And they can't make you feel guilty, and they're
                          G*
  hardly gonna blame your mum and dad
Am*      F*               C*                     G*          
  The doctors and the dentists, can see how much you've indulged
Am*              F*
  By laughing at the condition you're in, they can
  C*                     G*
  tell what you've never divulged
           Am*               F*                     
  And it's up to you to look after yourself, which is
  C*      G*
  so boring, ring, ring, bring me down
               Am   F          C         G
  Well I don't love you, but I love your songs
               Am   F             C        
  Well I don't love you, but your words make me
              G
  feel like I belong.