Intro Dm7 I'mmmmmm Lovesick Am and I'm Sick of this love game an' C G am Tired of hearing, I'm the one to blame Dm7 Am C G woaaaah! Yeah! Chorus x2 Dm7 I'm lovesick an' I'm Sick of this love game, Am I'm tired of hearing am the one to blame an' C I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed G As if i'm the man your hear to impress Single strum for the next few! Dm7 I was crumbled, like apple pie Am When you left my flat only wearin' a goodbye C In your bag of my raplh lorenzo's G On your feet were my brand new work out reeboks. Dm7 You turn a smile, then come to bed eyes Am But all I could think of was all them pork pies C You kept on telling me night after night G Then you janced up your knickers after every fight Dm7 Can we go on with this, this is something to teach Am That the little kids who I'm trying to reach C Whoever said Romance is dead was born to preach G Because my grandparents used to ballroom dance on Brighton beach Dm7 An' all you know is the Migrane skank an' Am All you do is give me a Migrane You skank an' C I'm sure I'll be happy with a tommy tanka' G At least I'd have more money in the banka' Chorus x2 Dm7 I'm lovesick an' I'm Sick of this love game, Am I'm tired of hearing am the one to blame an' C I'm sick of you telling me to go and get dressed G As if i'm the man your hear to impress Verse Dm7 Now I aint saying that the *** weren't great Am I'm just sayin' your beggining to grate C On my mind and i can't keep l