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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | She | was more like a | beauty queen |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | I said | don’t mind, but what do | you mean |
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| Bm | C#m | Who would dance on the floor in the | round | |
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| Bm7 | C#m | Em | | She said | I am the | one |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | who would dance on the floor in the | round | | | |
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| Bm7 | C#m | Bm7 | | She told | me her name was Bil | lie Jean, |
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| C#m | as | she caused a scene |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | Then hea | vy heads turned eyes | of dream |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | Who would dance on the floor in the round | | | | |
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| G | Bm | | People always told me be | careful of what you do |
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| G | Bm | And | don’t go ’round breaking young girls’ | hearts |
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| G | Bm | And | mother always told me be | careful of who you love |
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| G | F# | And be | careful of what you do ’cause the | lie becomes the truth |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | Em | | She’s just a | girl who | claims that | I am the | one |
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| Bm | C#m | But the kid is not my | son | |
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| Bm7 | C#m | Em | | She says | I am the | one, |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | but the kid is not my | son | | | |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | For forty | days and | forty nights |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | But who | can stand when she’s in | demand |
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| C#m | Em | Her | sch-emes and | plans |
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| Bm | C#m | ’Cause we danced on the floor in the round | | |
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| Bm7 | F#m | Em | | So take | my strong ad | vice, |
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| Bm | C#m | just remember to always think | twice | |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | She told | my baby | just at three |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | | and showed | a photo of ba | by Price |
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| C#m | Em | | eyes would like | mine |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | Go an’ dance on the floor in the round | | | | |
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| G | Bm | | People always told me be | careful of what you do |
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| G | Bm | And | don’t go around breaking young girls’ | hearts |
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| G | She | came and stood right by me |
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| Bm | Just a | smell of sweet perfume |
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| G | This | happened much too soon |
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| F# | She | called me to her room |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | Em | | | She’s just a | girl who | claims that | I am the | one |
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| | Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | | But the kid is not my | son | | | |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | Em | | | She’s just a | girl who | claims that | I am the | one |
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| | Bm | C#m | | But the kid is not my | son | |
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| | Bm7 | C#m | Em | | | She says | I am the | one, |
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| | Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | | but the kid is not my | son | | | |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | Bm | C#m | Sóló | | | | | | |
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| Bm | F#m | Em | | She says | I am the | one, |
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| Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | but the kid is not my | son | | | |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| | Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | Em | | | She’s just a | girl who | claims that | I am the | one |
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| | Bm | C#m | | But the kid is not my | son | |
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| | Bm7 | F#m | Em | | | She says | I am the | one, |
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| | Bm | C#m | Bm7 | C#m | | but the kid is not my | son | | | |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover |
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| Bm | F#m | Bm | F#m | Bm | | Billie | Jean is | not my | lover | |
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