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          A 
Well you bit my lip and drew first blood 
    D 
And wore my cold, cold heart 
           A 
And your wrote your name right on my back 
D 
Boy your nails were sharp 
      A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Honey don't stop 
      A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Baby don't stop 
      A 
Well I love your screams of passion 
        D 
In the long hot summer night 
       A 
But you pepper me with poison darts 
      D 
And twisted in your knife 
     A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Honey don't stop 
      A 
Don't stop 
        D 
Baby don't stop 
          E 
Well the only thing I ask of you 
       Bm 
Is to hand me back some pride 
           E 
Don't you dump me on some dusty street 
     Bm 
And hang me out to dry 
 
     A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Honey don't stop 
      A 
Don't stop 
        D 
Baby don't stop 
Honey 
 
    F#m 
I'm losing you 
                      D 
I know your heart is miles away 
          F#m                 E                 D 
There's a whisper there where once there was a storm 
    F#m                                      D 
And all that's left is that image that I'll find a way 
        E                                 D 
And some memories have tattered as they've torn 
     A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Honey don't stop 
      A 
Don't stop 
        D 
Baby don't stop 
Honey! 
 
     A 
Don't stop 
         D 
Honey don't stop 
      A 
Don't stop 
        D        A   D      A     D    A     D
Baby don't stop...