A                                                   E7
You're so rich, bet you bought yourself a diamond chain
   A                                                         E7
To look real cool while you're telling all your friends it's fake
         D
But you know it's lies
                       F#m7
Another bitch from the Upper West Side
                      D                 A
Credit cards cutting all of your lines, yeah

A                                         E7
You're so cute bet you really wanna be a star
   A                                             E7
To feel like gold when you're dancing on broken hearts
         D
And you know it's true
                            F#m7
You're no good 'til they're looking at you
                           D        A
Bad front, I can see right through, yeah

D  E    F#m7  A             D
I can't stop judging everything you do
    D        E
But I can't get enough of you

A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh

A                                           E7
I sleep great knowing we will never be the same
       A                                        E7
'Cause I'm downtown hanging out while you're in pain
         D
And I'm doing fine
                          F#m7
Even though you're still on my mind
                   D                A
Train rides to the Upper West Side, yeah

D  E    F#m7  A             D
I can't stop judging everything you do
    D        E
But I can't get enough of you

A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh

D        F#m7  A  D
I can't stop
D       E
I can't get enough of you, yeah
D  E    F#m7  A              D
I can't stop judging everything you do
    D        E
But I can't get enough of you

A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh
A    D         E
Oooooh, oh-ooh