Blue Teclado

	  
 

Bm7 
I'm not broken yet 
                       F#m 
But sometimes it sure feels like it 
         G7M 
When you treat me like a stranger 
                F#7 
How do you get cold so fast? 
              Bm7 
'Cause there ain't much to make me ever walk away, yeah 
                 F#m 
Guess I love you way too hard 
            G7M 
But you're breaking my heart with your body language 
                 F#7 
Wanna feel your hands on my waist 


        Bm7                                                                    F#m 
'Cause what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you? 
       G7M                                                          F#7 
Yeah, there's no point of much anything in the world if I don't have you 
       Bm7                                                                    F#m 
Said, what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you? 
      G7M                                                               F#7 
I guess that's my own fault for makin' you my world, now all I feel is blue 
 

          Bm7 
Ice-cold, actin' funny with your phone and 
               F#m 
Now I can't control my attitude 
       G7M 
Sorry, if I ruined your dinner party 
               F#7 
Got my things together, I'll go home 
         Bm7 
See, I'm praying God will send me an angel 
                 F#m 
Will the angels bring me back to you? 
      G7M 
Every single second missin' you is painful 
                F#7 
I know I could go and find someone new 

 

                         Bm7 
But they would never be you 
                  F#m7 
Now all I feel is blue 
              Em            F#7 
All I feel is blue, blue, blue, blue 

 

        Bm7                                                                    F#m 
'Cause what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you? 
       G7M                                                          F#7 
Yeah, there's no point of much anything in the world if I don't have you 
       Bm7                                                                    F#m 
Said, what's the point of all the pretty things in the world if I don't have you? 
      G7M                                                               F#7 
I guess that's my own fault for makin' you my world, now all I feel is blue