Robin Thicke - Blurred Lines, аккорды

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Intro: 
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Everybody get up.

Instrumental: 
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D
 Hey, hey, hey,
 Hey, hey, hey,
 Hey, hey, hey.
 
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D/C
 
D/B
 
D/A

 
G
 If you can’t hear what I’m tryna say,
 If you can’t read from the same page,
 
D
 Maybe I’m going deaf,
 Maybe I’m going blind,
 Maybe I’m out of my-
 
D
  
D/C
  
D/B
  
D/A
 M-i-n-d.

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

Chorus:
     
G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     
D
     You’re a good girl.
     Can’t let it get past me.
     You’re far from plastic.
     
D
     
D/C
       
D/B
  
     Talk about getting blasted.
     
D/A
        
G
     I hate these blurred lines.

     
G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     
D
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
     
D
    
D/C
       
D/B
  
D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

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

 
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D/C
 
D/B
 
D/A

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

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

     
G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     
D
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
      
D
   
D/C
       
D/B
    
D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

G
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.
D
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.
D
            
D/C
          
D/B
  
D/A
I mean it’s not almost unbearable.
G
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.
D
So I jail watch, hand wave
For you to salute, but you didn't pick.
Not many women can refuse this pimpin’.
   
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D/C
               
D/B
     
D/A
I’m a nice guy, but you get it if you get with me.

G
Shake the vibe,
Get down,
Get up.
              
D
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt.
What you doing like word?
    
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D/C
 
D/B
 
D/A
Н-e-y!

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

Chorus:
     
G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
              
D
     You’re a good girl.
     Can’t let it get past me.
     You’re far from plastic.
     
D
      
D/C
          
D/B
     Talk about getting blasted.
       
D/A
        
G
     I hate these blurred lines.

     
G
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
     I know you want it.
                  
D
     But you’re a good girl.
     The way you grab me,
     Must wanna get nasty.
     
D
    
D/C
       
D/B
    
D/A
     Go ahead, get at me.

G
Everybody get up.
Everybody get up.
          
D
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey…