Kunci Ukulele Ghost – Appetite of a people pleaser Versi 1

^EbmIdeas fo^Erming o^Ebut of t^Abmhin air ^EbmThese in^Edulgenc^Ebes none^Abm can compare ^EbmSo many ^Eflavors^Abm that one would^Eb abhor ^EbEven though I’ve^Ebm had enough, I ^Abmstill demand: ^{E Am}Give me more!

^AmI need a whole personality ^AmSomething inordinately sweet ^AmOrder anything you’d like ^AmNothing’s changing my mind

^AmI don’t care how^F unhealthy it is ^Am‘Cus there isn’t anything I’d rather be ^E

^AmCall me obsequious, I gu^Fess I’m a bit dramatic ^AmSometimes my appetite is^E eerily erratic^{E7 Am}Give me your dire expect^Eations, and I’ll consum^Ame perfection ^EYou are what you eat, af^Amter all

^AmEverything ^FCombines into on^Ee

^AmSo many flavors ^Fthat one would ^Dmabhor ^{Am Am}And I know I’ve ^Fhad enough, I’v^Ee gone too far

^AmNow that I’ve become a f^Full-course iden^Amtity T^Amake a bite of m^Dme ^AmI hope that I’ve become ^Fa favorable del^Amicacy T^Amhat I’m worth something^{Dm Am}I’ll eat ‘em all, the th^Foughts of anyone I’ll e^Amver meet J^Amust to make them happy ^{Dm Am}Wondering why I’m a burd^Fen, or so it se^Amems A^Amren’t I everything? ^F

^AmMaybe if I try a little ^Dmharder, it will be okay ^AmOne day ^AmKeep on eating more and more ^FDivide my life away ^EInto servings ^AmAnd go beyond the point ^Fof no return

^AmI know I’m subservient, ^Fbut all of this is necessary ^AmSometimes my appetite is^E violently cont^E7rary ^AmIrreconcilable perceptio^Ens appeal to my^Am obsessions ^EThe nausea is overwhelming

^AmWhether I’ve been carame^Flized or rotten to the ^Amcore Which one should^Dm I be? ^Am‘Cus I dunno who I’m sup^Fposed to be anymore ^Am And it’s sickeni^Dmng

^AmI’ll overeat the implica^Ftions of your t^Amhoughts Just to make you^Dm happy ^AmNonetheless, I feel my i^Fnsides are tied^Am in knots Aren’t I more than every^Fthing?

^AmI’m a recipe for^F entropy ^AmI’m too overwhel^Dmming ^AmGive me your val^Fidation ^AmI can ta^Dmste you^Er apprehension

^AmThese flavors of^F personality are ^AmHindering my lik^Dmeability ^AmMy impulsive des^Fire, my appetite has ^AmSpoiled my urge ^Dmto satisfy

^AmEveryone will li^Fke me more without it ^AmEveryone will li^Dmke me more without it

^AmNow that I’ve become the^F perfect identity ^AmTake a bite of m^Dme ^AmI hope that I’ve become ^Fa flavorless delicacy ^AmThat I’m good en^Dmough

^AmAnd now that I’ve become^F the perfect identity ^AmWhat else do you need? ^{Dm Am}‘Cus I dunno who I’m sup^Fposed to be anymore ^AmAnd I’m starving^{Dm Am}I’ll purge ‘em all, the ^Fthoughts of anyone I’ll ever meet ^AmWhy aren’t you h^Dmappy? ^AmNonetheless, I k^Fnow my insides are empty ^AmAren’t I more th^Dman everything? ^DmAh! ^{F Am}