Be Glad I Love You Chords & Lyrics - Bug Hunter
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[INTRO]
[A] [E] [F#m] [D]
[VERSE 1]
[A]I have a th[E]eory dear, so [F#m]let me put it pa[D]st
I h[A]ave to check its va[E]lid though I [F#m]know you didn't a[D]sk
[A]you don't like to k[E]iss me, no [F#m]you don’t like to k[D]iss
cause my be[A]ard is way too it[E]chy and it sc[F#m]ratches up your l[D]ips
but [A]I can't shave it o[E]ff - I'm too self-[F#m]conscious of the f[D]act
I have a s[A]car above my l[E]ip that my [F#m]beard and mustache m[D]ask
and I have a s[A]car above my l[E]ip 'cause I once s[F#m]mashed up on a c[D]urb
flew o[A]ver both my h[E]andlebars and s[F#m]traight into the [D]dirt
and [A]I didn't have a he[E]lmet on 'cause [F#m]that was way back w[D]hen
I was t[A]oo damn cool for s[E]afety rules or [F#m]simple common s[D]ense
so [A]if I now [E]remember right by [F#m]the transitive r[D]ule…
Darling, y[A]ou don't like to k[E]iss me 'cause I'm t[D]oo damn c[A]ool
With ti[A]red eyes she st[E]ared at me, "Its[F#m] 3 am", she s[D]aid
"B[A]ug, be glad I l[E]ove you, you're a go[D]ober, go to b[A]ed"
[CHORUS]
You love my quirks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am ge[F#m]tting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm c[F#m]ertain you de[D]serve
a ha[A]ndsome hunk, but n[E]ow you're stuck with [F#m]this annoying n[D]erd
[VERSE 2]
[A]You put up with more than most would m[E]ind
the time it takes to rise and s[F#m]hine
I'm hittin' snooze at 6:[D]05, 6:15 and 6 more ti[A]mes
you don't mind the way I weigh my f[E]ood
my morning routine which in[F#m]cludes
scrambling to find my k[D]eys 'cause I can't leave them out in v[A]iew
even though you bought that b[E]owl
put it right beside the [F#m]door
and all I have to do is s[D]et them there as soon as I get h[A]ome
instead I'm flippin' up the c[E]ouch and -
oh hey there they are, I f[F#m]ound 'em
have a great day and oh h[D]ave you seen my wallet?
[CHORUS]
You love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am ge[F#m]tting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm ce[F#m]rtain you des[D]erve
a ma[A]cho man, but a[E]ll I am's a s[F#m]illy intro[D]vert
And I k[A]eep you up past mid[E]night, crazy th[F#m]oughts inside my h[D]ead
"Bu[A]g, be glad I l[E]ove you, you're a go[D]ober, go to b[A]ed"
[SOLO]
[A] [E] [F#m] [D] 2x
[VERSE 3]
[A]She holds to my t-shirt when [E]I take off my sweatshirt
to [F#m]make sure it stays down, now t[D]hat's what I call teamwork
[A]I keep us on time, s[E]he makes all our friends
and m[F#m]akes sure that my fly is zi[D]pped up on my pants
if sn[A]apchat is to flirt, and ti[E]nder to find love
we're [F#m]back here snappin' polaroids just to sh[D]ake things up
[CHORUS]
You love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am g[F#m]etting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm c[F#m]ertain you des[D]erve
a s[A]exy stud inst[E]ead of what you've c[F#m]hosen 'cause I'm s[D]ure that
all the gi[A]rls, the g[E]irls, who [F#m]hear this song and sm[D]irk and
feel p[A]ity 'cause I so[E]und like I'm more t[F#m]rouble than I'm wo[D]rth
are probably ri[A]ght
[A] [E] [F#m] [D]
[VERSE 1]
[A]I have a th[E]eory dear, so [F#m]let me put it pa[D]st
I h[A]ave to check its va[E]lid though I [F#m]know you didn't a[D]sk
[A]you don't like to k[E]iss me, no [F#m]you don’t like to k[D]iss
cause my be[A]ard is way too it[E]chy and it sc[F#m]ratches up your l[D]ips
but [A]I can't shave it o[E]ff - I'm too self-[F#m]conscious of the f[D]act
I have a s[A]car above my l[E]ip that my [F#m]beard and mustache m[D]ask
and I have a s[A]car above my l[E]ip 'cause I once s[F#m]mashed up on a c[D]urb
flew o[A]ver both my h[E]andlebars and s[F#m]traight into the [D]dirt
and [A]I didn't have a he[E]lmet on 'cause [F#m]that was way back w[D]hen
I was t[A]oo damn cool for s[E]afety rules or [F#m]simple common s[D]ense
so [A]if I now [E]remember right by [F#m]the transitive r[D]ule…
Darling, y[A]ou don't like to k[E]iss me 'cause I'm t[D]oo damn c[A]ool
With ti[A]red eyes she st[E]ared at me, "Its[F#m] 3 am", she s[D]aid
"B[A]ug, be glad I l[E]ove you, you're a go[D]ober, go to b[A]ed"
[CHORUS]
You love my quirks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am ge[F#m]tting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm c[F#m]ertain you de[D]serve
a ha[A]ndsome hunk, but n[E]ow you're stuck with [F#m]this annoying n[D]erd
[VERSE 2]
[A]You put up with more than most would m[E]ind
the time it takes to rise and s[F#m]hine
I'm hittin' snooze at 6:[D]05, 6:15 and 6 more ti[A]mes
you don't mind the way I weigh my f[E]ood
my morning routine which in[F#m]cludes
scrambling to find my k[D]eys 'cause I can't leave them out in v[A]iew
even though you bought that b[E]owl
put it right beside the [F#m]door
and all I have to do is s[D]et them there as soon as I get h[A]ome
instead I'm flippin' up the c[E]ouch and -
oh hey there they are, I f[F#m]ound 'em
have a great day and oh h[D]ave you seen my wallet?
[CHORUS]
You love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am ge[F#m]tting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm ce[F#m]rtain you des[D]erve
a ma[A]cho man, but a[E]ll I am's a s[F#m]illy intro[D]vert
And I k[A]eep you up past mid[E]night, crazy th[F#m]oughts inside my h[D]ead
"Bu[A]g, be glad I l[E]ove you, you're a go[D]ober, go to b[A]ed"
[SOLO]
[A] [E] [F#m] [D] 2x
[VERSE 3]
[A]She holds to my t-shirt when [E]I take off my sweatshirt
to [F#m]make sure it stays down, now t[D]hat's what I call teamwork
[A]I keep us on time, s[E]he makes all our friends
and m[F#m]akes sure that my fly is zi[D]pped up on my pants
if sn[A]apchat is to flirt, and ti[E]nder to find love
we're [F#m]back here snappin' polaroids just to sh[D]ake things up
[CHORUS]
You love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, the d[F#m]opey way I fl[D]irt
you're e[A]ven kind and w[E]arm when I am g[F#m]etting on your ne[D]rves
you love my qu[A]irks, my qu[E]irks, I'm c[F#m]ertain you des[D]erve
a s[A]exy stud inst[E]ead of what you've c[F#m]hosen 'cause I'm s[D]ure that
all the gi[A]rls, the g[E]irls, who [F#m]hear this song and sm[D]irk and
feel p[A]ity 'cause I so[E]und like I'm more t[F#m]rouble than I'm wo[D]rth
are probably ri[A]ght
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