Bangkok Butterfly (Love Song) Key: Em Tempo: Mid-tempo R&B/Pop

Verse 1: Em C Met her online, profile caught my eye G D Flying through the Bangkok midnight sky Em C Sukhumvit lights, they shine so bright G D Like a butterfly drawn to city heights


Chorus: Am Em My Bangkok butterfly, dancing through the night C D From rooftop bars to sky train lights Am Em Luxury and gold, your wings unfold C D A love story that needs to be told


Verse 2: Em C First date at a high-rise view G D Looking down on streets we knew Em C Taxi rides and shopping malls G D Your beauty makes the city small


(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge: C G From Pattaya shores to city cores D Em Our love soars above these mega streets C G Through busy crowds and ultra scenes D Back to you, my butterfly queen


Final Chorus: Am Em My Bangkok butterfly, dancing through the night C D From rooftop bars to sky train lights Am Em Luxurious and bold, your wings unfold C D A love story that needs to be told Am Em My Bangkok butterfly, soaring through the sky C D In this urban paradise, you and I Am Em Forever entwined, a love that's one of a kind C D My Bangkok butterfly, you're mine

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