Ed Sheeran —
Don’t

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© Acordes transcritos por: Antón Gavzov // el jefe del proyecto (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 95 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics and Music by Raphael Saadiq, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Dawn Robinson, Benjamin Levin, Conesha Owens, Ed Sheeran

   Ah, la, mm, la, la.

Instrumental: G#m G#m | E F#
              G#m G#m | E

   Ah, la, mm, la, la.

  G#m
I met this girl late last year,
She said:
E                    F#
Don’t you worry if I disappear,
I told her:
G#m
I’m not really looking for another mistake.
            E
I called an old friend thinking
         F#
That the trouble would wait,

           G#m
But then I jumped right in,

A week later returned,
         E
I reckon she was only looking
      F#
For a lover to burn.
      G#m
But I gave her my time

For two or three nights
           E
And then I put it on pause
          F#
Until the moment was right.

        G#m
I went away for months
  E                      F#
Until our paths crossed again,
She told me,
G#m
I was never looking for a friend,
                E
Maybe you could swing
                  F#
By my room around ten,
                G#m
Baby, bring the lemon

And a bottle of gin
                        E
We’ll be in between the sheets
                F#
Till the late A.M.,
                    G#m
Baby, if you wanted me

Then you should have just said.
She’s singing:

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      E
     That heart is so cold,
         F#      G#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    E
     I told her she knows,
          F#        G#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     E           F#
     Ah, la, la, la, la.

                 G#m
And for a couple weeks I only wanna see her,
We drink away
    E                    F#
The days with a takeaway pizza.
Before a text
G#m
Message was the only way to reach her,
                  E
Now she’s staying at my place
                    F#
And loves the way I treat her.

             G#m
Singing out Aretha

All over the track like a feature
    E
And never wants to sleep,
             F#
I guess that I don’t want to either.
G#m
But me and her,

We make money the same way,
E                      F#
Four cities, two planes the same day.

G#m
And those shows

Have never been what it’s about,
       E
But maybe we’ll go together
         F#
And just figure it out.
           G#m
I’d rather put on a film with you

And sit on a couch,
              E
But we should get a plane
            F#
Or we’ll be missing it now.
              G#m
Wish I’d have written it down,

The way that things played out.
             E
When she was kissing him
             F#
Low I was confused about.
               G#m
But she should figure it out

While I’m sat here singing:

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      E
     That heart is so cold,
         F#      G#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     E           F#
     Ah, la, la, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    E
     I told her she knows,
          F#        G#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.

G#m
Knock, knock, knock, on my hotel door,
E                        F#
I don’t even know if she knows what for.
She was
G#m
Crying on my shoulder, I already told ya,
E
Trust and respect
           F#
Is what we do this for.

G#m
I never intended to be next,
        E
But you didn’t need
               F#
To take him to bed, that’s all.
G#m
And I never saw him as a threat,
          E
Until you disappeared
                 F#
With him to have sex, of course.

G#m
It’s not like we were both on tour,
        E
We were staying on the same
        F#
Fucking hotel floor
      G#m
And I wasn’t looking

For a promise or commitment
           E
But it was never just fun
      F#
And I thought you were different.
G#m
This is not the way

You realise what you wanted
       E                 F#
It’s a bit too much, too late, if I’m honest.
    G#m
And all this time, God knows I’m singing:

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      E
     That heart is so cold,
         F#      G#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    E
     I told her she knows,
          F#        G#m
     Take aim and reload.

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                      E
     That heart is so cold,
         F#      G#m
     All over my home,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.

     E           F#
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.
                        G#m
     Don’t fuck with my love,
                    E
     I told her she knows,
          F#        G#m
     Take aim and reload,

     I don’t wanna know that, babe.
     Ah, la, mm, la, la.