| Dm | F |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Take these | hands they're | good for | nothing |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| You know these | hands never | worked a d | ay |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Take these | boots | they're going | nowhere |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| You know these | boots don't | want to s | tray |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| You got my | head | filled with | songs |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| You got my | shoela | ces un | done |
| Dm | F | |
| Take my shirt, go on | take it off me |
| C | |
| You can | tear it up |
| G | |
| If you can | tie me down |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Take the | colours of | my ima | gination |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Take the | scent hanging | in the | air |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Take this | tangle of a | conver | sation |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| And turn it | into your | own p | rayer |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| With my | fingers as you | want t | hem |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| With my | nails under | your | hide |
| Dm | F | |
| With my teeth at | your back |
| C | G | |
| And my | tongue to tell you the | sweetest lies |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel loved |
| F | G | |
| And it | looks like the | sun |
| F | G | |
| But it | feels like the | rain |
| F | G | |
| (I wouldn't | hurt you) |
| F | Dm | |
| (I wouldn't | hurt you) |
| F | G | |
| (I wouldn't | hurt you) |
| F | Dm | |
| (I wouldn't | hurt you) |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Love is | coming, | pushing and | shoving |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| In the | belly | of a | woman |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Heavy | rhythm | taking | over |
| F | G | |
| To stick | together |
| F | Dm | |
| A man and a | woman |
| F | G | |
| Stick | together |
| F | Dm | |
| Man and | woman |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| Stick | together |
| Dm | C | |
| And I | feel | loved |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel | loved |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel | loved |
| F | G | |
| And it | looks like the | sun |
| F | G | |
| But it | feels like | rain |
| F | G | |
| And there's | heat in the | sun |
| F | G | |
| To s | ee us through the | rain |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel | loved |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel | loved |
| Dm | C | |
| Do you | feel |
| F | G | |
| Do you | feel |
| F | G | F | Dm | |
| love | d |
| F | G | F | Dm | |