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[Verse]
A D
I met her in a night club over on the lower east side
E A
I was workin' with my head down tryin' to keep the groove alive
A D
She looked like a bunny out of Playboy magazine
A E A
I just had to meet her; she was the cutest thing I'd ever seen
A D
She had high heel boots, blonde hair and big blue eyes
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The way she was movin' to the music had me hypnotized
A D
I ran up to her, said, "Baby, what's your name?"
A E A
I should've know better; now I've only got myself to blame
[Chorus]
A D
Why, why, why me?
E A
Fallin' like this is the very last thing I need
A D
If I had any sense, you know, I'd turn right around and leave
A
I said why, why, why me?
[Verse]
A D
Started drinkin' champagne, makin' every joint in town
E A
Bam! A hundred dollars every time I turned around
A D
'bout the time my money ran out, you know, my honey was gone
A E A
And I was cryin' out loud to myself, as I was walkin' home
[Chorus]
A D
Why, why, why me?
E A
Fallin' like this is the very last thing I need
A D
If I had any sense, you know, I'd turn right around and leave
A
I said why, why, why me?
