Shooting star - AUDREY HOBERT, guitar chords

Published: 2025-08-21 12:31
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

C Am Dm F
C Am Dm
 
   F
(One, two, three, *****)
 
Verse:
C               Am                                          Dm
 When Iʼm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up
                 F                                                           C
When Iʼm fresh out of luck, I say, "Give me the hard stuff"
     Am                                                     Dm
If I hate what I hear, Iʼll just tell you to shut up
            F                                                         C
And itʼs just who I Am and they canʼt get enough, oh
                    Am
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
                    Dm
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh
                               F
Wanna be bored, babe?
                               C
Check on the door, babe
                             Am                                         Dm                    F     C
Sheʼs walkinʼ in and looks like every other chick, and I think sheʼs the one, oh
 
Pre-chorus:
                    Am
Hereʼs what I do
                                   Dm
When heʼs showinʼ his cards
I get on the fence
        F
And settle him down
                       C
And set ʼem apart
                   Am
I fill in the gaps
                        Dm
And I give it an arc
                                    F
When I tie it all up, Iʼll dropkick you like itʼs a shot in the dark
 
Chorus:
  C           Am                  Dm
Girl, thatʼs not a shooting star
         F                                          C
Iʼm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
                             Am                Dm
Girl, girl, thatʼs no, not a shooting star
      F                                                       C
I know that youʼre right, but what if youʼre not?
 
Post-chorus:
ʼCause heʼs perfect
       Am                                                               Dm
He treats me like ****, but I promise you, baby, itʼs worth it
                                        F                                                                  C
ʼCause it hurts me and Iʼd rather be here when Iʼm drunk at the club on a Thursday
                         Am                                                    Dm
So excuse me, I know what Iʼm doing, Iʼm sane when Iʼm not (Sane when Iʼm not)
                F
I have for long (Power it on)
                    C
But never at all
 
Verse:
                    Am
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (Oh)
                    Dm
Ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (Oh)
                               F
Wanna be bored, babe? (Huh)
                                 C
Check on the door, babe (Huh)
                             Am                                         Dm                   F                               C
Sheʼs walkinʼ in and looks like every other chick, and I think sheʼs the one (I think sheʼs the one)
 
Pre-chorus:
                    Am
Hereʼs what I Do (Hereʼs what I do)
                                  Dm
When heʼs showinʼ his cards (When heʼs showinʼ his cards)
                                     F
I get on the fence, and settle him down
                     C
And set ʼem apart (Set ʼem apart)
                Am
Fill in the gap (Fill in the gaps)
                       Dm
And I give it an arc (And I give it an arc)
                          F                                             C
I tie it all up, Iʼll dropkick you like itʼs a shot in the dark
 
Chorus:
               Am                  Dm
Girl, thatʼs not a shooting star (No, no)
         F                                          C
Iʼm sorry, my bad, I thought that it was
                             Am                Dm
Girl, girl, thatʼs no, not a shooting star
    F
I know that youʼre right, but what if youʼre not?
 
Post-chorus:
                      C
ʼCause heʼs perfect (Ah)
       Am                                                                 Dm
He treats me like ****, but I promise you, baby, itʼs worth it
                                        F                                                                  C
ʼCause it hurts me and Iʼd rather be here when Iʼm drunk at the club on a Thursday
                                       Dm
It consumes me, and Iʼm totally loving the music (Ah-ah)
         Dm                                                   F        C
And I like it the best when Iʼm losing, baby (Ah-ah ; Ah, no)
 
Verse:
                Am                                          Dm
When Iʼm drunk at the club, I wanna be felt up
                F                                                            C
When Iʼm fresh out of luck, I say, "Give me the hard stuff"
     Am                                                     Dm
If I hate what I hear, Iʼll just tell you to shut up
              F                                                       C    Am
And itʼs just who I Am and they canʼt get enough, oh (Oh)
            Am               Dm                        F                                                       C
(Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) Itʼs just who I Am and they canʼt get enough, oh
            Am               Dm                       F
(Ah-ah, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh, ah-ah, oh) Itʼs just who I Am and they canʼt get enough, oh