Aimee Mann - It takes all kinds

^GAs we were speaking of the devil you ^Bmwalked right i^Fn ^Am Wearing hubris like a medal you revel in ^GBut it's me at whom you'll level your ^Bmjave^Flin

^BWasn't that ^Emjust ^Dour d^Cear f^Griend ^CRon'^B7 Throwing your weight around the sun H^B7appier ^Emnow ^Dthat ^Cyou've ^Gbec^Com^De what you ^Ghated ^{Bm F}2x^C

^GI'm surprised I even thought I had ^Bmhalf a c^Fhanc^Ame I was just one in a million of also-rans ^GWho was sure to be your victim of ^Bmcircums^Ftance

^BOnce you were ^Emjust ^Dour d^Cear f^Griend ^CRon ^B7 Selling the soul you swore upon S^B7preading the ^Emword ^Dthat ^Cyou've ^Gbecome ^{C D} what you ^Ghated ^{Bm F} 2^Cx

And if ^CI don't u^Gnder^Astand Well, I guess it ^Gtakes all ^Bmkinds ^{F C}

^GI would like to keep this vision of ^Bmyou int^Fact ^Am When we'd hang around and listen to Bacharach ^GAnd you loved the world you lived in and it ^Bmloved you ^Fback

^BOnce you were ju^Emst ou^Dr dea^Cr fri^Gend Ron^{C B7} Now you look out for number one W^B7ho would've g^Emuessed ^Dthat y^Cou'd ^Gbec^Com^De what you ^Ghated ^{Bm F C}

And I guess it^G takes all ^Bmkinds ^{F C} G Bm F C G