Eleventeen

G C silver pink ponies flying over me Am C you may feel strange , well , you are an angel G C stuck in tight pants , stuck at a highschool dance Am C stuck doing people things , not knowing you have wings . G C you are my serenade , you are my lemonade Am C you are my soul , throw it all out the window . G C you are my training wheel and you are my chamomile Am C you are my friend , come again some other day . G C you are my pantomime and you are my moonshine Am C you are my sunshine , you are my shooting star . G C you are my elbow , you are my buttercup Am C spoonful of puppycat , bellyful of kittypup . G C pretty pretty baby , tin toy maybe Am C x marks the spot and it’s not what they expected . G C sing that song again , the one that makes me cry Am C when she walks into the room and you don’t know what to do . G C every step of every day Am C i love you , every single one of you . G C whenever you get in your own way Am C i love you , you love me too . G C no pain anymore , nothing to feel sorry for . Am C heaven is right here , heaven is everywhere . G C look at the trees dancing in the breeze Am C feel the raindrops on your knees . G C silver pink ponies flying over me Am C flying over me , they’re flying over you too . G C silver pink ponies flying over me Am C flying over me , they’re flying over you too . G C silver pink ponies flying over me Am C you may feel strange , well , you are an angel G C stuck in tight pants , stuck at a high school dance Am C stuck doing people things , not knowing you have wings . G C you are an angel Am C you are an angel G C you are an angel Am C G you are an angel .