Intro: C, G, C, D, G
C G
I was fifteen years old, a young innocent boy
C G
On a playground at school, when I first met Joy
C Em, D, C
Her T-shirt was white, and her chest was quite large
G, D G
When the storm clouds rolled in, it started commin' down hard
C G
White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change
D
We knew she had a set, but when she got em both wet
G C
You could see everything; I just stood there in aw
Em, D,C G
She didn't have on a bra; a cold wind hit her back
D G
And out popped her rack, white shirts and rain
C G
I've heard em called hangers; I've heard em called cans
D G
I've heard em called cha-cha's n chi-chi's n boobies, n two really good friends
C Em, D, C
Some like to be pet on, pinched on and pulled
G,D G
Some like to be kissed on, some you can't touch at all
C G
White shirts and rain, yeah they bring on a change
D
They've all got a set, but when they get em both wet
G C
You can see everything, and it's hard not to stare
Em D, C G
When they're sittin right, over there, could you run through my lawn
D G
I got my sprinkler on, because today looks like no, rain
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