Chords for Poe - Hey Pretty (Drive By 2001 mix)
Tempo:
104.75 bpm
Chords used:
Em
A
G
Am
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Em]
[A]
[Em] Curie suggested we [Bm] go for a drive in her new two-door [Em] BMW [A] Coupe.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats.
Curie took over from there.
[Em] At nearly 90 miles per [G] hour she zipped us up to that windy edge known as Sums [A] Mullholland,
sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains, where she then proceeded
[Em] to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to [G] 50 miles per hour only to
immediately [A] cut it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow, fast, fast, [Em] slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp, controlled jerk, swinging left [A] to right before
driving back to the right, only so she could do it [Em] all over again.
Until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me [E] to parts of the city I rarely think of [A] and never visit, I heard her say,
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
[Am] You're my [E] world.
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna look [A] inside?
You're my world.
Do you [G] get it?
[Em] I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then.
I know it didn't really matter.
She [A] wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat [Em] back, and told me to lie
on top of her.
On top [G] of those leather pants of hers, her hands immediately [Em] guiding mine over those
soft, slightly oily [A] folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal [Em] tabs, small and
round like a tear, then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel
her lips [A] tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away.
[Em] Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it, which I also
did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down [A] under and beneath, the longest [Em] unzipping
of my life.
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with [Am] me?
You're my world.
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna [A] dig inside?
[Em] You're my world.
Hey pretty, run pretty, [A] baby, [Am] like you're my world.
[Em] Hey pretty, run pretty, [A] baby.
We [Bm] never even kissed [Em] or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips [D] just trespassed on those [C] inner labyrinths hidden [Am] deep within our ears, filled [Bm] them with
the private music of [D] wicked words, hers in many [G] languages, mine in the off-peller of
my only tongue.
Too bad dark [Eb] languages [A] rarely [Em] survive.
Hey pretty, [G] run pretty, [A] baby.
[Am] Don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
Baby, don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me?
[A] Don't you wanna, like [Am] it's my [Em] world.
Don't you wanna take a ride with [G] me?
Don't [A]
[Em]
[A]
[Am] [Em] you wanna take a ride with me?
[A]
[Em]
[A]
[Em] Curie suggested we [Bm] go for a drive in her new two-door [Em] BMW [A] Coupe.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats.
Curie took over from there.
[Em] At nearly 90 miles per [G] hour she zipped us up to that windy edge known as Sums [A] Mullholland,
sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains, where she then proceeded
[Em] to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to [G] 50 miles per hour only to
immediately [A] cut it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow, fast, fast, [Em] slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp, controlled jerk, swinging left [A] to right before
driving back to the right, only so she could do it [Em] all over again.
Until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me [E] to parts of the city I rarely think of [A] and never visit, I heard her say,
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
[Am] You're my [E] world.
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna look [A] inside?
You're my world.
Do you [G] get it?
[Em] I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then.
I know it didn't really matter.
She [A] wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat [Em] back, and told me to lie
on top of her.
On top [G] of those leather pants of hers, her hands immediately [Em] guiding mine over those
soft, slightly oily [A] folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal [Em] tabs, small and
round like a tear, then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel
her lips [A] tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away.
[Em] Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it, which I also
did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down [A] under and beneath, the longest [Em] unzipping
of my life.
Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with [Am] me?
You're my world.
[Em] Hey pretty, don't you wanna [A] dig inside?
[Em] You're my world.
Hey pretty, run pretty, [A] baby, [Am] like you're my world.
[Em] Hey pretty, run pretty, [A] baby.
We [Bm] never even kissed [Em] or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips [D] just trespassed on those [C] inner labyrinths hidden [Am] deep within our ears, filled [Bm] them with
the private music of [D] wicked words, hers in many [G] languages, mine in the off-peller of
my only tongue.
Too bad dark [Eb] languages [A] rarely [Em] survive.
Hey pretty, [G] run pretty, [A] baby.
[Am] Don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me?
Don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
Baby, don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me?
[A] Don't you wanna, like [Am] it's my [Em] world.
Don't you wanna take a ride with [G] me?
Don't [A]
[Em]
[A]
[Am] [Em] you wanna take a ride with me?
[A]
[Em]
Key:
Em
A
G
Am
Bm
Em
A
G
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ Curie suggested we [Bm] go for a drive in her new two-door [Em] BMW [A] Coupe.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats.
Curie took over from there.
[Em] _ At nearly 90 miles per [G] hour she zipped us up to that windy edge known as Sums [A] Mullholland,
sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains, where she then proceeded
[Em] to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to [G] 50 miles per hour only to
immediately [A] cut it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow, fast, fast, [Em] slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp, controlled jerk, swinging left [A] to right before
driving back to the right, only so she could do it [Em] all over again.
Until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me [E] to parts of the city I rarely think of [A] and never visit, I heard her say,
[Em] _ _ _ Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
[Am] You're my [E] world.
[Em] _ Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna look [A] inside?
_ You're my world.
Do you [G] get it?
[Em] _ I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then.
I know it didn't really matter.
She [A] wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat [Em] back, and told me to lie
on top of her.
On top [G] of those leather pants of hers, her hands immediately [Em] guiding mine over those
soft, slightly oily [A] folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal [Em] tabs, small and
round like a tear, then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel
her lips [A] tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away.
[Em] Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it, which I also
did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down [A] under and beneath, the longest [Em] unzipping
of my life.
Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna take a [A] ride with [Am] me?
You're my world.
[Em] _ _ Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna [A] dig inside? _ _
[Em] You're my world.
_ Hey pretty, _ run pretty, [A] baby, _ [Am] like you're my world.
[Em] _ _ _ Hey pretty, run _ pretty, [A] baby. _ _
We _ _ [Bm] _ never even kissed [Em] or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips [D] just trespassed on those [C] inner labyrinths hidden [Am] deep within our ears, filled [Bm] them with
the private music of [D] wicked words, hers in many [G] languages, mine in the off-peller of
my only tongue.
Too bad dark [Eb] languages [A] rarely [Em] survive.
Hey pretty, _ [G] run pretty, [A] baby. _ _ _
[Am] Don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me? _
Don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
Baby, don't you [Em] wanna take a ride _ _ _ _ with me?
_ [A] Don't you wanna, like [Am] it's my [Em] _ _ world.
Don't you wanna take a ride with [G] me?
Don't [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Em] you wanna take a ride with me? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Em] _ Curie suggested we [Bm] go for a drive in her new two-door [Em] BMW [A] Coupe.
In the parking lot we slipped into her bucket seats.
Curie took over from there.
[Em] _ At nearly 90 miles per [G] hour she zipped us up to that windy edge known as Sums [A] Mullholland,
sinuous road running the ridge of the Santa Monica Mountains, where she then proceeded
[Em] to pump her vehicle in and out of turns, sometimes dropping down to [G] 50 miles per hour only to
immediately [A] cut it back up to 90 again.
Fast, slow, fast, fast, [Em] slow, sometimes a wide turn, sometimes a quick one.
She preferred the tighter ones, the sharp, controlled jerk, swinging left [A] to right before
driving back to the right, only so she could do it [Em] all over again.
Until after enough speed and enough wind and more distance than I'd been prepared to expect,
taking me [E] to parts of the city I rarely think of [A] and never visit, I heard her say,
[Em] _ _ _ Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
[Am] You're my [E] world.
[Em] _ Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna look [A] inside?
_ You're my world.
Do you [G] get it?
[Em] _ I can't remember the inane things I started babbling about then.
I know it didn't really matter.
She [A] wasn't listening.
She just yanked up on the emergency brake, dropped her seat [Em] back, and told me to lie
on top of her.
On top [G] of those leather pants of hers, her hands immediately [Em] guiding mine over those
soft, slightly oily [A] folds, positioning my fingers on the shiny metal [Em] tabs, small and
round like a tear, then murmuring a murmur so inaudible that even though I could feel
her lips [A] tremble against my ear, she seemed far, far away.
[Em] Pinch it, she said, which I did, lightly, until she also said pull it, which I also
did, gently parting the teeth, one at a time, down [A] under and beneath, the longest [Em] unzipping
of my life.
Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna take a [A] ride with [Am] me?
You're my world.
[Em] _ _ Hey pretty, _ don't you wanna [A] dig inside? _ _
[Em] You're my world.
_ Hey pretty, _ run pretty, [A] baby, _ [Am] like you're my world.
[Em] _ _ _ Hey pretty, run _ pretty, [A] baby. _ _
We _ _ [Bm] _ never even kissed [Em] or looked into each other's eyes.
Our lips [D] just trespassed on those [C] inner labyrinths hidden [Am] deep within our ears, filled [Bm] them with
the private music of [D] wicked words, hers in many [G] languages, mine in the off-peller of
my only tongue.
Too bad dark [Eb] languages [A] rarely [Em] survive.
Hey pretty, _ [G] run pretty, [A] baby. _ _ _
[Am] Don't you [Em] wanna take a ride with me? _
Don't you wanna take a [A] ride with me?
Baby, don't you [Em] wanna take a ride _ _ _ _ with me?
_ [A] Don't you wanna, like [Am] it's my [Em] _ _ world.
Don't you wanna take a ride with [G] me?
Don't [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [Em] you wanna take a ride with me? _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _