Dmaj7
I broke up with a fella
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But I ain't grieving
Dmaj7
He was much too proud
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Of underachieving
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I can't believe I liked him
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I must have been blind
    E7
He wasn't so smart or handsome
    D#7
Or kind
Dmaj7
Every moment with that boy
           Dmaj7
Was totally horrid
    Dmaj7                                      F#maj7 Fm7
And I can't even tell where his hair meets his forehead
Em               F#m7
My eyes are wide open
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Now I see his warts
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I wish him well, down in hell
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Where he'll eat his own shorts.