[Intro]
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[Versetto]
Gm7                    Gm6   Gm7    Gm6 
 She wants to live in LA 
Gm7                    Gm6      Gm7     Gm6 
 Come put your ash in my tray 
Gm7                 Gm6 
Once upon a funky crime 
             Gm7      Gm6 Gm7 
We were standing in the  line 
                           Gm6          Gm7     Gm6 
And now, we're walking Melrose down to Vine 
Gm7                              Gm6 
 I was asking her to live on my farm 
                               Gm7    Gm6 
And she was telling me no not today 
Gm7                          Gm6 
 I was telling her to do no harm 
                            Gm7            Gm6 
And she was telling me she could not stay 
Gm7                    Gm6   Gm7     Gm6 
 She'd rather live in LA 
Gm7              Gm6     Gm7     Gm6 
 Down in Marina Del Rey
[Pre-Ritornello]
Eb          Bb/D 
 I love her, I need her 
F              Gm 
 Can't stop until I feed her 
Eb         Bb/D 
 I want her so badly 
C7 
 Hell no my name ain't Bradley 
Eb           Bb/D 
 I'd wash her and clean her 
F                 Gm 
 Please tell me, have you seen her? 
Eb           Bb/D 
 Outlast her, drive past her 
C7 
Margarita gonna be my master
[Ritornello]
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Weeping on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
F                   Gm 
 Wish that I could hold her 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Leaking on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
C7                       D7 
 Wish that I could hold
[Versetto]
Gm7                    Gm6   Gm7     Gm6 
 She wants to live in LA 
Gm7                       Gm6   Gm7     Gm6 
 Where every dog has her day 
Gm7                         Gm6 
 Flip flops in the toaster now 
                 Gm7    Gm6 
Scotch tape on this broken vow 
Gm7                     Gm6             Gm7      Gm6 
 And wow, it's time to live without my puppy's chow 
Gm7                                Gm6 
 I was asking her to live in the sticks 
                                 Gm7     Gm6 
And she was telling me there is no way 
Gm7                             Gm6 
 The cheeky monkey was an anarchist 
                            Gm7            Gm6 
And she was telling me she could not stay 
Gm7                    Gm6   Gm7     Gm6 
 She'd rather live in LA 
Gm7              Gm6     Gm7     Gm6 
 Down in Marina Del Rey
[Pre-Ritornello]
Eb          Bb/D 
 I love her, I need her 
F              Gm 
 Can't stop until I feed her 
Eb         Bb/D 
 I want her so badly 
C7 
 Hell no my name ain't Bradley
[Ritornello]
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Weeping on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
F                   Gm 
 Wish that I could hold her 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Leaking on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
C7                       D7 
 Wish that I could hold her
[Ponte]
Eb                                Bb   F     C 
 Out on the country road, I sold my   for---ty 
Eb                           Bb   F    C 
 This comeback episode, hold on shor--ty 
Eb 
 Yes, Frank Sinatra knows 
Bb 
 The summer wind will blow 
C7                               Eb 
 And skinny mornings drop below 
      Bb   F     C    Eb 
Sold my   for---ty 
        Bb   F    C 
To Northern Jor--die 
Eb 
 I'll tell you when I move 
Bb 
 To hell and then I'll prove 
C7 
 The violin said, oh, woah, woah 
D7 
 And now the moment 
Eb           F 
 The one we notice
[Ponte]
Eb      Bb      F   Gm 
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah 
Eb      Bb      F7 
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
[Ritornello]
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Weeping on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
F                   Gm 
 Wish that I could hold her 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella cries and that's alright, she's 
F                Gm 
 Leaking on my shoulder again, well 
Eb                      Bb 
 Bella lies and that's my type, I 
C7 
 Wish that I could hold
[Outro]
F                Gm                  Eb     Bb 
 Leaking on my shoulder again, that Bella 
F             Gm               Eb     Bb 
 Baby girl is on my team now, Bella 
F                Gm                   Eb     Bb    C 
 Weeping on my shoulder again, well, Bella