A Note from Linda

(A)To my dearest (E)Robbie,

I (F#m)think we need some (C#m)space.

(D)Please forgive my (A)timing.

(D)Dot, dot, dot, (E)smiley face.

You (A)see, I woke this (E)morning (F#m)prepared to walk on (C#m)air but (D)realized that you (A)cramped my style (D)as I crimped my (E)hair.

You're (A)just not that same (E)person,

the (F#m)guy I used to (C#m)know.

I'm (D)not in love with (A)Robbie now but (D)Robbie seven (E)years (A)ago.

(F#5)You could have been in (C#5)Mötley Crüe or (F#5)David Lee Roth's (B5)replacement,

but (D5)instead you sing while (A5)people chew,

and you (B5)live in your grandma's (E5)basement.

I (A)hope this note is (E)something that (F#m)you can rise (C#m)above.

Deep (D)down you weren't in (A)love with me.

You were (D)just in love with (E)love.

And (A)so it's best we (E)end this (F#m)before we even (Dm6)start.

(A)Signed, your pal,

(F#m)Linda. The (E)"i" is (D)dotted (E7sus4)with a broken (A)heart.