| intro (bass) |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | G#m/F# | |
| f# c# e | f# e c# b c# | f# c# e | f# e c# b c# |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | G#m/F# | |
| She was | more like a | beauty queen from a | movie scene |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | |
| I said don`t | mind but what | do you mean, |
| G#m/F# | Bm7 | |
| I am the | one (bass: b f# a b . f# e f# (2x)) |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | |
| Who will dance on the floor in the | round? |
| G#m/F# | Bm7 | |
| She said | I am the | one |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | |
| Who will dance on the floor in the | round? |
| G#m/F# | |
| She told me her name was Billie Jean as she caused a scene. |
| Then ev`ry head turned with eyes that dreamed |
| Of being the one, |
| Who will dance on the floor in the round |
| D | F#m | |
| People always told me, be | careful what you do. |
| D | F#m | |
| And don`t | go around breaking young girls' hearts | . |
| D | F#m | |
| And | mother always told me, be | careful who you love, |
| D | C#7 | |
| And be | careful what you do, `cause the | lie becomes the truth, hey |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | G#m/F# | |
| Billie | Jean is | not my | lover, |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | G#m/F# | Bm7 | |
| She's just a | girl who | claims that | I am the | one |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | |
| But the kid is not my | son |
| G#m/F# | Bm7 | |
| She says | I am the | one, |
| F#m | G#m/F# | F#m7 | G#m/F# | |
| But the kid is not my | son |
| For forty days and forty nights, law was on her side |
| But who can stand when she`s in demand, |
| Her scemes and plans |
| `Cause we danced on the floor in the round. |
| So take my strong advice: Just remember to always think twice |
| She told my baby we danced till three, and she looked at me, |
| Then showed a photo. My baby cried. |
| His eyes were like mine. |
| Can we dance on the floor in the round? |
| D | F#m | |
| People always told me, be | careful what you do. |
| D | F#m | |
| And don`t | go around breaking young girls' hearts | . |
| D | F#m | |
| But you | came and stood right by me, just a | smell of sweet perfume. |
| D | C#7 | |
| This | happened much too soon. She | called me to her room, hey |
| repeat chorus |
