Ed Sheeran —
Don’t

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Lyrics and Music by Raphael Saadiq, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Dawn Robinson, Benjamin Levin, Conesha Owens, Ed Sheeran

   Ah, la, mm, la, la.

Instrumental: F#m F#m | D E
              F#m F#m | D

   Ah, la, mm, la, la.

  F#m
I met this girl late last year,
She said:
D                    E
Don’t you worry if I disappear,
I told her:
F#m
I’m not really looking for another mistake.
            D
I called an old friend thinking
         E
That the trouble would wait,

           F#m
But then I jumped right in,

A week later returned,
         D
I reckon she was only looking
      E
For a lover to burn.
      F#m
But I gave her my time

For two or three nights
           D
And then I put it on pause
          E
Until the moment was right.

        F#m
I went away for months
  D                      E
Until our paths crossed again,
She told me,
F#m
I was never looking for a friend,
                D
Maybe you could swing
                  E
By my room around ten,
                F#m
Baby, bring the lemon

And a bottle of gin
                        D
We’ll be in between the sheets
                E
Till the late A.M.,
                    F#m
Baby, if you wanted me

Then you should have just said.
She’s singing:

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      D
     That heart is so cold,
         E       F#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    D
     I told her she knows,
          E         F#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     D           E
     Ah, la, la, la, la.

                 F#m
And for a couple weeks I only wanna see her,
We drink away
    D                    E
The days with a takeaway pizza.
Before a text
F#m
Message was the only way to reach her,
                  D
Now she’s staying at my place
                    E
And loves the way I treat her.

             F#m
Singing out Aretha

All over the track like a feature
    D
And never wants to sleep,
             E
I guess that I don’t want to either.
F#m
But me and her,

We make money the same way,
D                      E
Four cities, two planes the same day.

F#m
And those shows

Have never been what it’s about,
       D
But maybe we’ll go together
         E
And just figure it out.
           F#m
I’d rather put on a film with you

And sit on a couch,
              D
But we should get a plane
            E
Or we’ll be missing it now.
              F#m
Wish I’d have written it down,

The way that things played out.
             D
When she was kissing him
             E
Low I was confused about.
               F#m
But she should figure it out

While I’m sat here singing:

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      D
     That heart is so cold,
         E       F#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     D           E
     Ah, la, la, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    D
     I told her she knows,
          E         F#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.

F#m
Knock, knock, knock, on my hotel door,
D                        E
I don’t even know if she knows what for.
She was
F#m
Crying on my shoulder, I already told ya,
D
Trust and respect
           E
Is what we do this for.

F#m
I never intended to be next,
        D
But you didn’t need
               E
To take him to bed, that’s all.
F#m
And I never saw him as a threat,
          D
Until you disappeared
                 E
With him to have sex, of course.

F#m
It’s not like we were both on tour,
        D
We were staying on the same
        E
Fucking hotel floor
      F#m
And I wasn’t looking

For a promise or commitment
           D
But it was never just fun
      E
And I thought you were different.
F#m
This is not the way

You realise what you wanted
       D                 E
It’s a bit too much, too late, if I’m honest.
    F#m
And all this time, God knows I’m singing:

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      D
     That heart is so cold,
         E       F#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    D
     I told her she knows,
          E         F#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      D
     That heart is so cold,
         E       F#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     D           E
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        F#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    D
     I told her she knows,
          E         F#m
     Take aim and reload,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.