The Part That Really Matters Lyrics

Don't get me wrong
Don't mind you shouting
I just think your style excludes
The part that really matters
Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh
I just grow tired
Of empty minds mouthing
English language courses
While they struggle with the A B C of hearts
A7 F#m Bm A Bm A E (quickly)
The A B C of hearts, the A B C of hearts, the A B C of hearts Woah-oh-oh
We've stopped in the middle just to talk about the part that really matters
'cause I mean for all your style I just don't think your getting anywhere near to the feelin'
I just don't think your getting anywhere near,
I just don't think your getting anywhere near, near, near, near
And I confess
That all I've learnt
Has been learned a million times
By every empty heart
That ever felt a song come home
felt a song come home, felt a song come home yeah, felt a song come ho-oh-oh-ome
But I'd be happy
When next I ask the time
If I find I've wasted none of mine
Lis'ning while you wasted all of yours
You wasted all of yours, you wasted all of yours, you wasted all of yoooours
You wasted all of yours, You wasted all of yours, You wasted all of yours, You wasted all of yours
A (let ring)
But don't get me wrong
A7 (let ring)
Don't mind you shouting
F#m (let ring)
I just think your style excludes
Bm (mute)
The part that really matters
Don't get me wrong
'cause I don't mind you shouting
I just think your style excludes the part-