Sabrina Carpenter - ​​Buy Me Presents

D  Bm  Em  A
D  Bm  Em  A

D                       Bm
If you were a wise man, baby, you would

Drop
Em                         A
Every other ho, ho, ho and put me on

Top
D                             Bm
Up there on your tree, better treat me

Like a star
Em
Spend your cookie dough, dough, dough
A
Spend it on my heart

         G             Gm
Fuck the jet, send the sleigh
       Gbm
It's a packed holiday, and I got
A
Options, babe 

   D               Bm
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Em                            A
Drink me like a warm glass of milk
   D                Bm
If you're not gonna race here from the
Em                    A
North Pole to Beverly Hills

        Gbm              Em
Just to keep my stocking filled
      A                   D
Well, I know somebody who will
              Bm
(Somebody who will, uh huh, somebody
    Em                 A
Who will, somеbody who will)

D
  Hе's a little bit older (Like super
Bm
Old)
                       Em
Got a bit of a dad bod
                               A
From a city that's colder 
                          D
But damn' it, he's so hot

He knows when I'm sleepin' 
Bm
   And he knows when I'm no ot
Em
   Haven't like seen him in a while
                   A
He's probably just busy at his workshop

         G
Fuck the jet , send the
Gm
Sleigh 
       Gbm
It's a packed holiday, and I got
A
Options, babe 

   D               Bm
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Em                            A
Drink me like a warm glass of milk

   D                            Bm
If you're not gonna  race
              Em                    A
Here from the North Pole to Beverly

Hills 

        Gbm              Em
Just to keep my stocking filled 

      A                   D
Well, I know somebody who will

              Bm                 Em
(Somebody who will, somebody who will
             A
Somebody who will)

   D               Bm
If you don't wanna buy me presents
Em                            A
Drink me like a warm glass of milk

   D                      Bm
If you're not gonna  race here
         Em                    A
From the North Pole to Beverly Hills

        Gbm              Em
Just to keep my stocking filled (Ooh
Ooh)
    
Oh, I know somebody who will