Love Handles
Mitch BennVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
x4
Every day we'd see them, in all the magazines
They don't look like anybody, we've ever really seen
They make us feel so ugly, but now it's time to stop cos
They don't look like that either, without the aid of Photoshop so
Love your love handles, love your double-chin
and your receding hairline, and all your saggy skin and
see your folds and creases in a whole new way, starting today
Some people try their hardest, to make all our lives hell cos
They've all got moisturisers, and diet drinks to sell
Don't have to ask permission, to be heard or seen
Don't need to make excuses, for being a human being, so
Love your love handles, love your laughter lines
Cos every one's a medal, for all the happy times
Love your bumpy eyelids and your wonky nose, so everyone knows
All of our impefections, all our asymmetry
They're an important part of, what makes us you and me
Who cares what someone looks like, long as they have their health
Be good to everybody, starting with yourself, cos
We're not all supermodels, we're not all movie stars
Most of us look exactly, like what we really are
We feel like we're abnormal, but that's ridiculous cos there's
maybe a couple of hundred of them and six and a half billion of us
Love your love handles, love you crooked teeth
Cherish that wobbly tummy, and whatever lies beneath now
Love your fuzzy nipples, and your droopy chest, and all of the rest
Love your love handles, love your dimply thighs
Lanky, dumpy, scrawny, whatever shape or size
You'll find you can be happy, comfortable in, your own skin
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Readable chord sheet for Love Handles by Mitch Benn
[A] [D] x4 E[A]very day we'd see them, in all the magazi[F#m]nes They don't look like anybody, [E]we've ever really seen T[A]hey make us feel so ugly, but now it's time to stop [F#m]cos They don't look like that either, [E]without the aid of Photoshop so L[D]ove your love handles, l[E]ove your double-chin a[A]nd your receding hairline, [F#m]and all your saggy skin and s[D]ee your folds and creas[E]es in a whole new way, startin[A]g today Some people try their hardest, to make all our lives hell cos They've all got moisturisers, and diet drinks to sell Don't have to ask permission, to be heard or seen Don't need to make excuses, for being a human being, so Love your love handles, love your laughter lines Cos every one's a medal, for all the happy times Love your bumpy eyelids and your wonky nose, so everyone knows A[G]ll of our impefections, a[Bm]ll our asymmetry T[G]hey're an important part of,[Bm] what makes us you and me W[Am]ho cares what someone looks like, l[C]ong as they have their health B[G]e good to everybody, s[E]tarting with yourself, cos We're not all supermodels, we're not all movie stars Most of us look exactly, like what we really are We feel like we're abnormal, but that's ridiculous cos there's maybe a couple of hundred of them and six and a half billion of us Love your love handles, love you crooked teeth Cherish that wobbly tummy, and whatever lies beneath now Love your fuzzy nipples, and your droopy chest, and all of the rest Love your love handles, love your dimply thighs Lanky, dumpy, scrawny, whatever shape or size You'll find you can be happy, comfortable in, your own skin