Robin Thicke —
Blurred Lines

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© Подбор аккордов: Антон Гавзов // шеф проекта (https://Muzland.ru)
± Темп (BPM): ♩ = 120 ударов в минуту

Lyrics and Music by Robin Thicke and Pharrell Williams
feat. T.I. and Pharrell

Intro: H

Everybody get up.

Instrumental: H | H | H | H

             F#
   Hey, hey, hey,
   Hey, hey, hey,
                               
   Hey, hey, hey.

H
If you can’t hear what I’m tryna say,
If you can’t read from the same page,
F#
Maybe I’m going deaf,
Maybe I’m going blind,
                                  
Maybe I’m out of my mind.

 H
   Okay, now, he was close,
   Tried to domesticate you.
   But you’re an animal;
   Baby, it’s in your nature.
 F#
   Just let me liberate you.
   You don’t need no papers.
   That man is not your maker.
                                  H
   And that’s why I’m gon’ take a good girl.

Chorus:
     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              F#
     You’re a good girl.
     Can’t let it get past me.
     You’re far from plastic.
                           
     Talk about getting blasted.
                  H
     I hate these blurred lines.

     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  F#
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
                           
     Go ahead, get at me.

H
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on?
What do we need steam for?
                                 F#
You’re the hottest bitch in this place.
I feel so lucky.
You wanna hug me.
                          |              
What rhymes with "hug me"?

 H
   Okay, now, he was close,
   Tried to domesticate you.
   But you’re an animal;
   Baby, it’s in your nature.
 F#
   Just let me liberate you.
   You don’t need no papers.
   That man is not your maker.
                                  H
   And that’s why I’m gon’ take a good girl.

Chorus:
     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              F#
     You’re a good girl.
     Can’t let it get past me.
     You’re far from plastic.
     Talk about getting blasted.
                  H
     I hate these blurred lines.

     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  F#
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
                             
     Go ahead, get at me.

H
One thing I ask of you:
Let me be the one you back that ass into, yo,
From Malibu to Caribou.
Yeah, had a bitch but she ain’t bad as you.
  F#
So, hit me up when you’re passing through.
I’ll give you something big
Enough to tear your ass in two.
Swag on, even when you dress casual.
                                 
I mean it’s not almost unbearable.
    H
Then, honey, you’re not there when I
Come across that bitch; you pass me by.
Nothing like your last guy;
He too square for you.
He don’t smack that ass
And pull your hair like that.
    F#
So I jail watch, hand wave
For you to salute, but you didn't pick.
Not many women can refuse this pimpin’.
I’m a nice guy,
                             
But you get it if you get with me.

H
Shake the vibe,
Get down,
Get up.
              F#
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt.
What you doing like word?
     |              
Hey!

 H
   Baby, can you breathe?
   I got this from Jamaica.
   It always works for me,
   Dakota to Dakata.
 F#
   No more pretending,
   ’Cause now you’re winning.
   Here’s our beginning.
                     H
   I always wanted a good girl.

Chorus:
     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              F#
     You’re a good girl.
     Can’t let it get past me.
     You’re far from plastic.
                           
     Talk about getting blasted.
                  H
     I hate these blurred lines.

     H
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  F#
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
                             
     Go ahead, get at me.

H
Everybody get up.
Everybody get up.
          F#
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey…

Instrumental: F# F# F# F# | H