Kal Lavelle - Breakfast At Tiffanys (Acordes)

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CAPO  2



G                           Em

You sit on her couch, 

                                           D

That's half made from a bath,

                                           C

You said you seen one like it,

                                   G

In Breakfast At Tiffany's,

                                          Em

And she hasn't named her cat, 

                                                  D

And you think she's cute like that, 

                                                 C

And it reminds you of that scene,

                                  G

In Breakfast At Tiffany's

                                     Em

And is she Holly Golightly,

                            D

Or is she Lula Mae, 

                                      C

Yeh, You don't really know, 

                                  G

And she can't really say,

                                             Em

Yeh she's a nineteen fifties girl, 

                                                 D

But you're a wannabe fifties boy, 

                                         C

And I'm sorry to say to you, 

                                     C

You're just a, a toy to her.



                                    Em        C       G          

Cause ya can't cage a wild thing

        D                         Em        C       G

No ya can't cage a wild thing, No,

              D                          Em

And the moment ya let her go, 

          C                                G

Is the moment you'll really know, 

        D                         Em        C       G          D

That you can't cage a wild thing. No.





G                                                       Em

You could write a novella about that girl, 

                                           D

But it won't be worth your while, 

                                                   C

Give her fifty for the powder room, 

                                       G

And all you'll get is a smile, 

                                     Em

So let's go to Joe Bell's bar, 

                                        D

And drink a bottle of whiskey, 

                                    C

And forget about that girl, 

                             G

And her pretty misery, 

                                         Em

Cause I've read Capote's book, 

                                             D

And it ain't got a Hollywood ending, 

                                   C

So can we stop pretending, 

                           G

That this is the movie,

                                                 Em

Cause you will end up like that cat, 

                              D

Left in Spanish Harlem, 

                          C                                  C

waiting for the love of his life to come running back,





                                    Em        C       G          

Cause ya can't cage a wild thing

        D                         Em        C       G

No ya can't cage a wild thing, No,

              D                          Em

And the moment ya let her go, 

          C                                G

Is the moment you'll really know, 

        D                         Em        C       G          D

That you can't cage a wild thing. No.





Em          C                  G                          D

We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back,

Em          C                  G                          D

Yeh, We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back

Em          C                  G                          D

Yeh We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back

Em          C                  G                          D

Yeh, We're all waiting for the love of our lives to come running back



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